It Ain't Fair That We Have All

I Didn't Think Much About That Statement Then. But Later I Would-i Still Do. I Think About It And Think About It Until I Think I'm Going Crazy.

Greasers Will Still Be Greasers And Socs Will Still Be Socs. Sometimes I Think It's The Ones In The Middle That Are Really The Lucky Stiffs.

I Guess I Just Couldn't See Standing There -- Alive, Talking, Thinking, Breathing, Being -- One Second, And Dead The Next. It Really Bothered Me. Death By Violence Isn't The Same As Dying Any Other Way, Accident Or Disease Or Old Age. It Just Ain't The Same.

Mace, You Never Read Smoky The Cowhorse,did You? No. Well,ol' Smoky, He Had Somebad Things Happen To Him,had The Heart Knocked Clean Out Of Him.but He Hung On And Came Out Of It Okay.i've Been Bashed Up Pretty Good,mason, But I'm Going To Make It.

Your Mother Is Not Crazy. Neither, Contrary To Popular Belief, Is Your Brother. He Is Merely Miscast In A Play. He Would Have Made The Perfect Knight In A Different Century, Or A Very Good Pagan Prince In A Time Of Heroes. He Was Born In The Wrong Era, On The Wrong Side Of The River, With The Ability To Do Anything And Finding Nothing He Wants To Do.