Just another day
I stayed over at Buck's place, but he was bitching before the sun even came up. Since I didn't go to sleep before too long before that, it was pretty much a pisser.
So I ambled over to the Curtis house, but they'd all taken off for church. What the fuck? Who wants to sit around, listening to some asshole who probably dips into the sacramental wine and the offering plate yelling about God? I bet anything old Sodapop was fucking miserable. Serves him right for being a punk.
I went over Steve's, but him and his old man were having words, and when I showed up, his dad decided his hoodlum friends were good enough reason to throw Steve out of the house for about the fifth time this month, and now Steve's all hacked off at me. Fuck him; I ain't done nothing. It ain't my fault he's dad's fucking section eight.
So Steve went one way, and I went the other and found myself over at Two-Bit's place, but his little rugrat of a sister was underfoot, and he'd told his mom he'd keep an eye on her, which you might as well leave a little kid by herself than leave her with Two-Bit. I just don't like little kids, so I split.
I dropped by Johnny's house, but his mom and dad were hollering at each other and making a scene -- you could hear it all the way down the block. Him and me had to duck a couple plates and got called just about everything under the sun by his mother on the way out the door. Good thing for her I don't hit girls.
So we went on down town, shoplifted a couple packs of smokes from that convenience store down on Lex, and just goofed off some. Got a couple of those middle class girls good, giving them the eye until they ran off like the devil was coming after them. Serves those little bitches right. Who the fuck do they think they are, standing around and eyeing us?
So I ambled over to the Curtis house, but they'd all taken off for church. What the fuck? Who wants to sit around, listening to some asshole who probably dips into the sacramental wine and the offering plate yelling about God? I bet anything old Sodapop was fucking miserable. Serves him right for being a punk.
I went over Steve's, but him and his old man were having words, and when I showed up, his dad decided his hoodlum friends were good enough reason to throw Steve out of the house for about the fifth time this month, and now Steve's all hacked off at me. Fuck him; I ain't done nothing. It ain't my fault he's dad's fucking section eight.
So Steve went one way, and I went the other and found myself over at Two-Bit's place, but his little rugrat of a sister was underfoot, and he'd told his mom he'd keep an eye on her, which you might as well leave a little kid by herself than leave her with Two-Bit. I just don't like little kids, so I split.
I dropped by Johnny's house, but his mom and dad were hollering at each other and making a scene -- you could hear it all the way down the block. Him and me had to duck a couple plates and got called just about everything under the sun by his mother on the way out the door. Good thing for her I don't hit girls.
So we went on down town, shoplifted a couple packs of smokes from that convenience store down on Lex, and just goofed off some. Got a couple of those middle class girls good, giving them the eye until they ran off like the devil was coming after them. Serves those little bitches right. Who the fuck do they think they are, standing around and eyeing us?