Just Another one of you

Tough and Tuff

me and the boys slept in what they call the lot, under that old oak tree a couple nights ago. ive known the two for damn near a week now, and ive never felt love like i have for Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade. they are my best friends no doubt at all, i would kill for those boys. i got enough money for a motel, 20 bucks for 4 nights its alot quieter than the park bench and the feeling of a mattress is amazing. i am starting to run low on cash though, i would ask Ponyboy if i could crash at his place but i only met him the other day, dont wanna make him feel like im using him. and Johnny, well his parents dont deserve as good a lad for a son as Johnny could be. between those maniacks and the so called socs Johnny has a lot of deep scars for a boy of 16. i dont mean just mentally. i dont know much about the socs accept that they are dressed to the 9s, have bad mindsets, and dont like us Greasers. Pony didn say much else.

i wake up to the sun peeking through the blinds yelling at me to get my ass up and go to work, since im needed at the hardware store around 9:00 am. i lay on my back fingers tangled together behind my head, legs straight as i stare to the ceiling trying to get my discorded eyes sharpened. after a few seconds of pondering how in the hell im still in the days of old and gold, i push myself up and sit, my shoulders sloped forward hands palms down on the edge of the mattress, the muscles of my calves pressing into the edge of the bed. i idly glance around the room, then to the clock. my voice sounds like a hangover and the night before all at once while i stumble to the foot of the bed "8:30 my ass is gonna be unemployed if i dont beat feet outta here real quick" i grab my dark poison blue Levis off of the end headboard, pulling them over my underwear, i grab my black t shirt, pull it over my head and chest, covering my bra, i tuck in the tail end then zip up my fly and secure my simple dark brown belt in the 6th hole around my waist. i put my white All Stars on and i hurriedly stride back around the bed to the night table by the pillow i was just snoozing on. i snatch my black comb off the top and walk around the end of the bed and into the bathroom a couple feet away. i open my grease jar next that sits next to the faucet lever, i scoop out the slightest bit, i aint gonna do a crisp side part like usual since it takes too long, i run my hands through my hair hasty like. i run my comb through it then lay a nice straight road of a part right in the middle of my head, i comb a few pieces to the sides they belong, my hair looks great for the circumstances. the thick front tuffs feather over my forehead, the whispey tips end just at my jet black eyelashes, making my earthy soul windows become captivating, an enchanting chasm if you will. i dont dare take the time to duck tail my hair in the back, i teeth smirk in the mirror and as i put the lid on my grease can, i say in a cocky, flirtatious gritty voice "such a fine specimen i am" my feet softly pound the carpet as i strut past the end of my bed grabbing my phone from the night table, using my left pointer and middle finger i reach behind me and pull open my back right pocket slipping the phone in with my right as i stride for the door. i glance at the clock my voice rises a bit yet still deep "shit 8:50ish" i grab my leather jacket and pull out my room keys. i rip the door open and rush through, i turn around and lock it. i pivot to the left and explode into a scrapy strided run, going toward the small lobby 40 feet away. i soon round the corner and push through the door. i slow to a long trot and i wave my leather jacket across my shoulders and slip it on leaving it unzipped as always. i return to a scrapy run my legs moving as if they were lightning bolts. my strides normally resemble a rocking chair motion, long and balanced yet fast. but when i really feel the speed or need to get somewhere quick i turn from a breezy thoroughbred to a souped up automobile in a drag race for slips. i clear the small parking lot in seconds i veer left in a wide turn to the sidewalk. why a wide turn you ask? so i dont slip and bust my ass on the slick pavement, thats why. i pound down the street eastbound. i have about 250 yards to cover before i come to the stop light where i met the guy who owned that tuff GTO. i sure hope i see that car again... i flat fly past people walking the sidewalk, girls oooing and oh my goding when i rap by. i approach a wide eyed man in a grey wool suit and a worried lookin soc boy a few feet behind him, looks like i gotta thread the needle cause slowing down is not an option. i gun it harder probably going 17 miles an hour. i move closer to the buildings to avoid the man his face shocked and staring, his jaw slacked. i rap by him then take a long stride switching to my right lead and jumping to the roadside of the sidewalk. i almost brush the boy who looks no older than 12. his face fearful, he flinches as i flash past. my breath comes in powerful uuuhhh hhhhuus my legs starting to get a bit tired at such a high speed for such a stretch. the path is clear for now, i have about 60 yards till the stop light and i feel immeasurable power and adrenaline. i feel like im cracking the earth in half with every pulse of my feet. im in a world made of flashing scenery and battering hearts. blurred legs and heavy breaths that sound like imperial drums as they make rhythm with landings and risings of fast feet. fast feet that never stop, they go till their veins pop and hearts blow to pieces. this world is far from peaceful. its comforting in the wildest, loudest, mind sweepingest way.