Thursday, March 23rd, 1967

A Day for the Socs

Today was terrible, a gang of Socs mugged me, they were in a red Corvair. It was terrible, I was just walking along, minding my own business, I was thinking about a movie I had just seen, when this Corvair starts tailing me, I start silently panicking, I turned down an ally way, the Socs blocked off the entrance to the ally way with their car and got out of it to come beat on me. I was cornered, one of them pulled a blade, and I totally freak out. “Want a haircut Greaser?” He said mockingly. I tried to run, but he caught me and I got thrown to the ground. One of the Socs sat on my chest, pining me to the ground, and held my arms down too. Another held my feet while the last one tried to cut off my hair. I started screaming and the Socs didn’t like that. They stuffed a hanky in my mouth but they were too late. They stated punching me up and stuff. But about a minute later, Darry and Soda and Johnny and Two-Bit showed up and chased the Socs back to their car and away.

It’s the day after my Birthday, and I got a new sweater from the gang, its grey with a black Chevelle on it. Two-bit gave me a bunch of Comic Books and that’s it. It was pretty fun.

Soda’s doing well and Dally has been getting into a lot of fights lately. Two-bit hasn’t swiped very much this past week, and Johnny’s dad beat him with a Rolling pin and a ladder yesterday.

Going to sleep now, I am tired and feel a little wiped out from the rumble today.