The 1960's was called "The decade of Culture", but In Tulsa, Oklahoma, it was basically a whole different world, more boring than anything else.
There were two different groups of folks in Tulsa, a poor Greaser who lived in the slums on the east sid...
Down in My Own Tears ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:09───ㅇ───── 2:12
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But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever
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The small radio in the Corner store was softly playing "Down in My Own Tears" by Ray Charles, as I scan through the medical aisle well clutching my weak bicep that has blood trickling down to my hand.
With blood dripping down my arm it left a trail everywhere place I go in the store. A few people that walked past me give me concerned looks but the pain and discomfort made me dazed and not even notice.
After a while of staring blankly at the shelves of medical supplies, I grabbed a box of gauze and medical tape. Instead of paying I shove the stuff into my jacket and ran out the store...
I'll admit that it was a bad idea, but with blood pouring down my arm and my head becoming dizzy it would be best if I stopped the bleeding sooner than later. Well wrapping up my bicep I start thinking on what I do next...
(Timeskip)
Somehow I found myself on the doorsteps of the Curtis brothers place, where it seemed quiet and cold. With a small knock, I tall man with grease in his hair, who seems to be quite upset and restless.
"Sorry to bother you but is uhm...Is Ponyboy home, I just wanna speak to him about something..." Well I look down at my fidgeting hands it feels like the man was very bothered with visitors at the moment
"Well uhm...He-...He isn't here...Sorry" The man rubs his eyes with his hand, sighing as his voice almost starts to break. "O-Ok...Sorry for bothering you..." With a small nod, I walk off with my body still restless, it felt like my brain wasn't syncing up with my body or something.
My mind starts to wander on what Ponyboy is doing right now, but my brain started to pounder elsewhere and worry on what roof i'll be sleeping under tonight.
He closes the door, but at this point all I needed was security for a few days, just a place to stay...And my only hope for that was gone.
The streets of the east side was the last place I wanted to be in this situation, especially since I have no where to go if something comes up like mean greasers taking a hit out at me.
To be honest the whole East-side of town seemed to be down in the dumps. What normally is a very busy and happy part of town seems to be dull.
With my mind wondering on what to do next, I remember that I made some new friends last night. Two-Bit.
(Timeskip)
Clinging onto people for help like this made me feel pathetic, maybe that's why Star West calls me a street rat.
