The Public Pool

It was just last night when we had another encounter with the Soc's. Johnny and I was in the public pool in the park at around two-thirty. It was fall and the Pool wasn't open so nobody could get in without climbing the fence which wasn't really hard work. Here was our hideout from the Soc's and they have never found us here until we both heard the most horrible blast from a car horn. It was the Soc's. Their blue Mustang was circling the park looking for a way in. This night finally turned from good to bad to worse just within a couple of seconds.

It was too late. Five Socs came out of the car and headed straight for us. When I said that this night has gotten even worse, I mean it was hell. By the way that the Socs were staggering when they walked I knew that they were drunk. I took one last whiff of my weed and ground the stub in the ground. They outnumbered us 5 to 2. I was feeling alright until Bob said that we picked up their girls. I knew that this would start a fight. They were out of their territory and I don't know why they were so far east. Bob was eying up Johnny and that was making me even more mad. Their definition for greasers is white trash with long hair. That just brought me right down. I could feel the blood draining from my face. Then I called them white trash with mustangs and madras. I knew that was the wrong thing to do. They asked me if I needed a bath. I ducked and tried to run but that failed. They twised my arm backwards and shoved my face right into the fountain. I thought I was going to die and wondered what was going to happen to Johnny.

Next thing I knew it I was laying on the pavement. I didn't die. I saw Johnny in the corner of my eye. I asked him what happened and he replied slowly that he killed Bob, the handsome Soc.