Why do I like fighting

I love fighting because it makes me look tough as well as fit in with other normal Greasers. I mean that Greasers are a lot involved in fights. Most of them against Socs. Every Greaser has a reason to fight, there are no greasers that do not fight. Greasers fight a lot against Socs, mainly because of two reasons: (1) In big rumbles for the Greasers to try and have some revenge on Socs. (2) Sometimes, when we’re just simply walking alone or with some friends, we bump into Socs, in a situation that we need to fight against them. One example when we get jumped by them and have to defend ourselves from them. I often tell my pals that I fight for “conformity”, which is just a synonym to fit in with other Greasers. I am a  young man, with an amazing strength, as well as smart in fighting, which makes me a very good fighter who sometimes can be feared by others, plus fighting make me look tough, which is what all the Greasers want to achieve. Although I really like fighting for conformity, I also don’t think is something really bad to fight Socs, because mainly it’s a revenge for us.

Me Shocked 

My relation with Socs

Just like the other Greasers, I hate the Socs. This hatred happens because they jump Greasers and because of their immature attitudes, like getting drunk and afterwards beating up Greasers, plus they are the protected ones by the federal agents, such as cops, and good lawyers. Something that happens in our lives are the differences among people (teenagers) of different social classes. In my case, we have two groups,  the Greasers as the poor ones, and the Socs, as the really rich ones. 

As in every other place, the poorer you are, the more vulnerable you are to getting arrested and/or having trouble with the cops. Therefore, the Greasers get lots more arrested than Socs. The inequality is what makes other Greasers and I hate Socs. Something else that makes me hate the Socs is that the Socs go out with lots more of women than Greasers, because of their social class, as well as their possessions, which can also be qualified as an inequality. Therefore, when a scene of fight against the Socs is proposed, like all other Greasers are, I’ll always be at the gangs disposal to fight them. Inequality is something that should never exist; it is something that only makes people that could be old buds fight. 

                            

Me with my switchblade scaring Bob( a Soc)

                                                      

Johnny Kills a Soc

Before my good ol’ pal Johnny past away he killed a Soc. In my point of view, Johnny was right, as he killed a Soc, for self defense. From what I heard the Socs was trying to murder Pony and beat up Johnny. I believe that these Socs, were the same ones that I bumped into, earlier that night, when I was with Johnny, Pony, Cherry and Marcia (two girls that we met that night in a drive in). These Socs were absolute douchebags, as they wanted to fight against us in order to have their ex girlfriends back. 

There were five Socs trying to kill both of them. As it was self defense, it is a considerable reason.

 Johnny killed the Soc with a blade, he stabbed the Soc. After killing this Soc named Bob, all of the other four Socs ran away. By doing that, my bud Johnny saved his friend Ponyboy’s as well as his life.  I really don’t think he was wrong, because as we all know, my bud Johnny got jumped once, and almost died at that time. He feared a lot getting jumped, so he started walking with his blade. When he saw that he was going to get beaten up again, his instinct was to stab someone to save his life, his friends life, as well as get the Socs out of there, as he did. 

                                                            Ponyboy and Johnny

My Switchblade

A tool that I was really proud of possessing was my switchblade. This is noticeable because I always have my blade with me; I really think that that it makes me look tough. Also, because of the fact that I get more secure when having a switchblade in case I’m jumped by Socs. For me it really is a vital item, as it helps me in several different aspects. It benefits me greatly because we, Greasers, live in a very vulnerable neighborhood, where we can be jumped by Socs at any time, as it happened with Johnny and Ponyboy. Due to this vulnerability, the best thing that Greasers can do to defend ourselves is by having blades, like the one that I own.

 Something that I don’t want to do with my switchblade is kill a Soc. I don’t want to kill a Soc because I know that I’ll go to jail, which is something that no Greasers want. It is very common for a Greaser to go to jail, as I have already gone once when I was with Sodapop (a friend of mine who is in the same gang as I am), doing mid air flips in a down town sidewalk. We were judged for disturbing the public and the police. Something that happened that made me really sad is that when my good ol’ bud Dally was trying to get out of the hospital, I lent him my blade. On the same day, when he was shot and killed by the cops, he was with my blade. The cops refused to give me my blade back, and I was really disappointed, because it took me so much effort to steal that blade. I was even more disappointed by the fact that I lost three of my friends (my buddies Johnny and Dally, as well as my beloved blade). In that night I lost almost everything that I had once liked, but I’ll never forget them, and will always like them.

                                                               Me with my switchblade