It Ain't Fair That We Have All

Johnny Almost Grinned As He Nodded. "tuff Enough," He Managed, And By The Way His Eyes Were Glowing, I Figured Southern Gentlemen Had Nothing On Johnny Cade.

You Know The Rules. No Jazz Before A Rumble.

We Had Played A Kid's Version Of Gang Fighting Called "civil War," And Then Later We Had Got In On The Real Thing, We Fought With Chains And We Fought Barefisted And We Fought Socs And We Fought Other Grease Gangs. It Was A Normal Childhood.

...i Knew He Would Be Dead, Because Dally Winston Wanted To Be Dead And He Always Got What He Wanted.

Get Smart And Nothing Can Touch You.