Darry's perspective. Dalton

Outsiders

Dalton Morris

“Soda, where could he be?”

“I don’t know Darry, I’m sure he’s OK. You don’t always have to be so hard on him all the time either.”

“I’m just so worried about him.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Good night Soda.”

I wonder where that boy could be. He knows he can’t do that; they could be put in a boy’s home so fast. Even after all the work I’ve done to keep this family together and Pony still does stupid things. That boy never thinks, he’s probably out there without a coat on or anything. I just don’t see how a boy that smart could be so dumb sometimes. One of these times he’s gonna really get hurt. Just look at when those Soc’s jumped him, he was out there all alone with no blade or nothing. Pony got lucky last time, but next time he aint gonna be so lucky. I can’t call the cops either, that would for sure get us separated. Wait, I hear him coming up the steps! Finally, that boy is home, at least he’s safe. “Ponyboy Curtis, Where the heck have been?! You had us worried sick! Do you know what time it is boy?”

“No I don’t”

“Well it’s two in the morning, where could you have possibly been this late?”

“I fell asleep in the lot with Johnny.” Pony said quietly.

“You what?!” I screamed at him.

“You heard me, I fell asleep talking to Johnny in the lot.”

“Do you know how fast that would separate us?”

“I’m sorry Darry, I didn’t mean to”

“You didn’t mean to?”

“That’s what you always say, I didn’t mean to, I forgot, you gotta think Ponyboy, use your head!” I said, and now I was really mad at him.

“Darry, just leave the kid alone, we’ll talk about in the morning.” Soda mumbled to me.

“Soda, I’ve had enough of you sticking up for this kid.” I yelled at him.

Then I did something I truly regretted the moment after it happened. I hit Ponyboy right in the chest and he fell to the ground. My emotions just got the best of me. Pony ran out, crying.

“Pony, wait, I’m sorry!” I hollered at him.

He was running down the street like the wind, no way of catching him now. Where could he possibly go? I hope he’s okay, I feel terrible.

“C’mon Soda, were going after him.”

We searched everywhere, the lot, the drug store, the school, but we never found him. We probably searched ‘till about 5:00 am. By that time I was filled with fear, panic over came me and I flipped out inside.

I was a mess those few days Pony was gone. We asked everyone in the gang if they knew where Pony had gone. Dally said he had seen them, but wouldn’t tell me where they were going. I almost had to beat it outta him, but I decided I was too tired to get in any sorta fight, especially against Dally. Soda did give Dally a note to give to Pony, hopefully he gets it.

I kept expecting Pony to just come walking up the steps and come in and say with a smile on his face, “Hey, Darry!” By the second full day he was gone though, I knew that it wasn’t gonna happen. Also, by the end of the second day, I was worried sick and was balling like a baby too. Me and Soda thought we’d lost him like mom and dad. I was like that for the next couple of days, neither of us slept for almost that whole week.

We got some news that lifted my spirits, but also made me even more sick to my stomach, I had heard from the cops that Pony, Johnny, and Dally, were in the hospital. The cops told me the whole story, how they had saved the kids lives at the church. I was proud of Pony being a hero and all, but I was still half worried sick, and half angry at him. This is still another time where he needs to use his head this could us split up.

Anyway, me and Soda high-tailed down there to hospital, we learned Pony was fine; he only had some slight burns. When I saw Pony, I ran up there hugged him so hard I could of killed him.

“I’m happy your fine kiddo, you had me worried sick, I thought I’d lost you like we did mom and dad. And I’m awfully sorry I hit you like that Pony.”

By that time, I was already balling. I never cry, not even at mom and dad’s funeral, but this time I couldn’t help it.

Pony told us everything, how he and Johnny were at the church and how Dally had given them the heater and the money, and how they had saved those little kids. He also said that Johnny was in poor condition, he’d be paralyzed from the waist down if he lived.

“Darry, Johnny might die, it’s crazy, we can’t lose Johnny he means so much to us.” Pony said, almost crying.

Then he told us bout Dally, he was gonna be fine, a couple of weeks and he’ll have full movement is his burnt arm again. We knew good ol’ Dally would make it through; he can make it through anything. Its Johnny we’re worried about.

Johnny's Story

Becky

Ponyboy and I stepped into the park. He was looking mighty cold, but he didn’t mention it. I didn’t know why we were running away, just that we were running away. He was looking at the fountain, which was starting to freeze. The sight of it gave me a chill, like a warning, that something bad was about to happen.
Right then and there, I realized what it was. The blue mustang pulled up, and they honked the horn. I swore under my breath, but that wouldn’t help us. I wished that it would though. We couldn’t run for it, we would have no chance with our already tired legs. They would catch up no sweat with their tuff car. I tried to stay cool, but nothing came out except, “This is our territory, you better watch it.”
I have to admit, it wasn’t the most threatening thing to say. Then they really did it. Those Socs knew what was coming next could only cause trouble.
“You know what greasers are? White trash with long, greasy hair.”
Pony’s face went wild, and I could tell he couldn’t stand much more of them. I was too terrified of them to think of anything to say. Then I saw them. The rings on the one Soc’s hand. It was the same guy that beat me up. I took grasp of my blade, I was ready this time. Ponyboy stepped up to them to say something, and it was then that I got scared out of my wits. Nothing could be worse than being alone at the park, two against five or six. Then he said it.
“You know what a Soc is? White trash with mustangs and madras.” Then he spit at them. Pure instinct told me to run as hard and fast as I could, but that wasn’t anywhere near enough. They caught up to me and kicked me in the gut. The wind was knocked out of me, but I rolled over to see how Pony was doing. They were drowning him, they would kill him. I couldn’t sit there and watch a friend die. I gathered up all of my energy, which wasn’t much, and without a second thought, took out my blade. I stabbed him, the one with the rings.
I couldn’t believe it. I had killed a kid. The rest of the Socs had run away, but I think that I was the most scared person in the world. I didn’t know what to do. The only thing that did come was a vision blurred by tears. I sat down on the bench and cried. I cried I cried like a baby with no one to hold it. I could barely take breaths between sobs. It was too hard to hold the tears back, so I just let them roll one by one, hot and salty, down my cheeks.
Pony came to his senses, and I bet you my face was wetter than his. “I killed him. I killed that boy.”
“You really killed him, huh, Johnny?”
“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you.”
Ponyboy yelled at me, which I probably deserved, but just made me feel lousier. I never meant to kill him. I only meant to get them away from Pony. I couldn’t stand to watch them kill Ponyboy.
Even though Pony kept flipping out at me, I was glad he was there. They would’ve killed me if I was alone. We headed over to see Dally for some help, and I realized that I was glad that Pony was the one who was going to help me through this. He could understand me better than anyone else in the gang, even more than Dally. The only way that I wasn’t going to turn myself in was if Pony was next to me the whole way.

Matt Levitan

From Johnny’s perspective at the fountain

I was sleeping until hit me I the ribs, no, fell on me.
” Johnny, it’s me Pony, we’re runnin’ away.”
When I finally got my bearings, I saw Ponyboy running across the far side of the lot. When I finally caught up with him he was hanging of the jungle gym at the park.
“Pony, why we runnin’?” I asked.
“ It’s Darry, he hit me.” He said in between sobs.
I heard the roar of an engine and a tuff blue mustang pulled up. The engine stopped and Bob, Randy, and three other socs climbed out.
“Hey, whatta ya know?” Bob said a little unsteadily, “Here’s the little greasers that picked up our girls. Hey, greasers.”
“You’re outta your territory,” I warned in a low voice.” You’d better watch it.”
Randy swore at us and they stepped in closer. Bob was eyeing me. “Nup, pal, you're the ones who’d better watch it. Next time you want a broad, pick up one of your own kind-dirt.”
I could sense Ponyboy was angry. Sometimes the socs really got inside Pony’s head.
“You know what a greaser is?” Bob asked. “White trash with long hair.”
I looked over at pony, his face was as white as paper. Then again my hands had just started twitching. We’ve been cussed out and sworn at, but that really pissed me off. I got this strange feeling all over. It felt like I was full of fire and wanted beat the tar outta them socs.
I heard pony start to talk, I could feel the anger emanating from what he said. “You know what a soc is?” He growled.” White trash with mustangs and madras.” He then spit at them. It landed on Bob’s loafer.
Bob shook his head, smiling slowly. “You could use a bath, greaser. And a good working over. And we’ve got all night to do it. Give the kid a bath, David.”
A burly looking soc lunged at Pony and started wrestling him towards the fountain. They’re going to drown I thought. I balled my fists and ran toward the one they call David. One of the socs that I didn’t know lunged and caught me be my waist before I could reach him. He spun me around and my head hit the fountain. I came to a few moments later, I think. I saw shadow on the other side of the fountain. It looked like three guys holding a guy that was shaking and twisting. I also heard a gurgling sound. Oh my god-they was drowning Ponyboy. Those no good, rotten, son-of-a-gun socs they were drowning Pony.
I got up and ran as fast as I could toward them, knife outstretched. On saw me coming and hoped out of the way. Bob wasn’t so lucky; the knife sank right into his chest, just below the ribs.
Immediately the other socs stopped what they were doing looked at Bob, the red flower blossoming on his chest, looked at the blood dripping of my knife and ran as fast as they could towards that mustang.
When I saw that Ponyboy was still breathing I past out not caring about anything else in this world. I heard the pitter patter of water and realized where I was. Oh, shit, I thought when I realized I was at the park, I just killed that soc, and what the heck am I going to do now.
Ponyboy started came to and started coughing.
“I killed him,” I said slowly, refusing to accept it. “ I killed that boy.
I felt sick, I told Pony. He said, ” Go ahead”. I walked over to the tree and threw up, it didn’t make me feel less sick.
As I was walking back my vision started to blur. Everything happened so quickly and I couldn’t control my own body, I was on autopilot. I saw Darry, and then I was on a hill in front of a burning building. Everything started to slow down, I could see and hear but I still wasn’t in control. I jumped into the window and heard terrified screams, it was a buncha kids. I kicked down a wall and found them huddled in the corner. I started passing them out the window. It made me feel so happy helping these kids. It felt like I finally had a purpose and had a reason to be in this world. As I was about to climb out I heard a CRACK. Something fell on me and I blacked out.
All of a sudden I was lying on my front. I was in so much pain that it felt like I was on fire and being crushed by a train. Something popped into my head as I saw Ponyboy, Stay gold.
“Stay gold Ponyboy” I said, even though each syllable was like being’ stabbed in the throat. I died.

Dally's view

Griffin Unger

Dally’s View

Tim Shepard and I were in a rumble, punching and kicking and banging and yelling. We were socking each other so hard I thought one of us was gonna croak. I dodged one of his left hooks and watched as his momentum took him to the ground. Seeing an opportunity, I jumped in the air and elbowed him right in the stomach. Just by looking at his pail, sweaty, and bloody face, I could tell the fight was over. I walked upstairs to an empty bedroom and plopped myself down to doze off for a while; sleep off the pain. I was just dreaming about some tuff looking girls when that no good Buck had to come in and disturb me. He through a pillow at my head.
“ What’s your problem? Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep! Some people are just total bozos.”
“Sorry to wake you sleeping beauty but 2 of your seven dwarfs are at the door. They say you know them, Johnny and Pony was it? Whatever I can’t remember.”
I slowly inched out of bed, aching with every step I took. Man did I take a beating. As I opened the front door I realized that something was wrong. Pony was soaking wet and Johnny looked like a ghost had just chased him.
“Jesus Pony, what happened?”
“J-J-Johnny, he k-k-k-killed a soc. It all happened s-s-s-so fast. D-d-d-didn’t know where t-t-t-to go.”
“Well come on, get inside, you’ll catch pneumonia and die before the cops ever get here.” I said.
I led them upstairs. We maneuvered ourselves through the seemingly endless trail of drinks, cigarettes, and vomit. When we got to the room I’d been napping in I gave Pony a dry shirt. I reached into the drawer and felt a cold and hard object. It was a gun. I slowly pulled it out and loaded it. Pointing the gun away from myself I handed it to Johnny. He looked so innocent, so untainted. I didn’t know what I was doing giving him a gun, he would never use it. Or maybe… judging on the circumstances, things will be different.
“Stow away on the 315 freight train outta here tonight, and ride along till you get to Windrixville. Buy a week’s supply of food and hide out at the old abandoned church on Jay Mountain. I’ll head up there when things look like their cooling down.”
“Thanks Dal, you’re a true friend.” Said Johnny.
I ruffled Johnny’s hair and just like that, they were gone. They were outlaws, vigilantes, criminals, and enemies of the law. Deep inside I kind of wished I was the one who was on the run. With the wind in my hair and the excitement of being free, I could do anything. I’d run forever if I had to. I began thinking about what I was gonna tell the guys. I wouldn’t tell them about where they were. Darry would probably rip me to shreds for helping them escape. Darry cared so much about Pony, if anything happened to him, he might just lay down and die. I guess I kind of feel that way about Johnny. If something happened to him I don’t know what I’d do with myself. Maybe I should go with them, just to make sure everything goes according to plan. And then I realized something, I truly cared about Johnny. I mean to most people it’s probably not a big deal to care about someone, but for me, this was huge. I had thought my heart had left years ago, back in the big apple. On those streets it was different. You can’t love anything when you’re a hood. The more you have, the more you have to lose.

The Broken Bond

Irina
03-12-2008

Period 3/4
I was under a lot of pressure. My parents were forcing me to stay away from Soda, saying he wasn’t worth it. They were saying that he was a hood and wasn’t right for a girl like me. Hoods weren’t what my family wanted to be associated with or wanted me to be associated with. Hoods were thought to be lower than us. I wanted to stay with Soda because of the position I was in. You see, I was having a baby; I was pregnant, and it might have been Soda’s. On the other hand, it might have been someone else’s, but I don’t want Soda to know that I was sneaking around with another guy, cheating on him. I would have married Soda if I got the chance, I loved him, but I guess he didn’t love me enough and wasn’t ready to ask me to marry him. I could understand why. We were too young, but even though we were in love, but we still needed to learn how to live our lives and how to take responsibility for ourselves.
My choices were either stay and never make contact with Soda or go live with my grandparents in Florida. Of course, I had to go to Florida because I could never live with having to avoid Soda’s dreamy eyes and his dazzling smile and his greasy, slick movie star hair without talking to him. I had to let him go and forget all the wonderful times we had and could have had.
When I had just arrived in Florida, I wrote a letter in secrecy trying to explain what happened.

Dear Soda,
My one true love, I have terrible news for you. I am now in Florida living with my grandparents because I was forbidden to continue seeing you, so I couldn’t bear to know you were near, but have to avoid you and break your heart by not being able to say hi to you. I chose the path my parents were slowly luring me into taking. I will probably never be able to see you again, but I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t your fault. I have to tell you something else though…. I am pregnant, but I don’t know whose it is. Now I know you might be asking who else the baby’s father could be other than you. I betrayed you by sneaking around with other guys, two to be exact. Their names are Labron and Damien. I know this is very disappointing to hear, but I wasn’t aware of how badly it would have hurt you, but I am sorry.
All My Forbidden Love,
Sandy Crenshaw
I was sickened by how my dear Soda would feel. I was disappointed that I had to end it this way, but maybe he understood because he was a nice, sweet guy whom I loved. The next week someone had called me in the middle of the night.
“Hello?” I asked pondering who it could possibly be.
“Hello? I-h-h-s S-S-Sandy there I-I-I gotta talk to her.” Soda cried.
“This is she, and who might this be?” I politely answered.
“It’s Soda, Sandy, and I want you to tell me how you could do that to me especially with all the worry about having the possibility of being separated from my brothers and going into a boy’s home.” Soda said crying for my explanation.
“Well I’m sorry, Soda, but I thought you weren’t ready to go to the next level so I left, but then Pony called me and told me how sad you were without me. Then I felt really bad for what I had done, so I ended my flings with the other boys.” I clarified.
“Well, I guess that makes sense, but I still really miss you, Sandy.” Soda agreed.
“So do I, Soda, but I just wish I could come back, but it’s impossible now…” I regretfully confirmed.
“Why not you could run away and we could be together again; forever.” Soda suggested.
“But I can’t, how would I? I don’t have the wits or the dough to do it. I’m sorry it has to be like this.” I sobbed.
“I could give you the money and you’re the smartest gal I know. I’ve got the hots for you Sandy and it’s not possible for me to forget you.” He offered.
“That really means a lot to me Soda, it really does, but I can’t, I couldn’t do that to you at your time of need. I would be betraying my family.” I tried to explain with tears starting to fall down my freckled cheeks.
“So it’s ok to betray me, but not your family?” He asked.
“No! You don’t understand it’s different. I love you, but you could move on with out me, but I could never live without my family. “I’m sorry it had to end this way Soda… I love you.” I sighed.
“If you really loved me you would come back for me.” He called to me.
“I’m really sorry Soda. “Look Soda I gotta go, maybe I’ll talk to you later. I love you.” I lied because I could never talk to him again. It would be too hard on me.
“Huhhhhhhh…. Well I guess this is goodbye then Sandy. I love you too. Goodbye…” He sighed.
“Goodbye.” I said as my last words to Soda, forever.
That night really made me remember all the wonderful interactions we had with each other, and the love that we shared. That was when I finally realized that all those memories were done, and I would never see Soda again.

Alternate Perspective Story

The Outsiders
Perspective Story

by Laura
I am sitting in the back seat, taking a sip of the beer that Randy just handed to me, trying to relax after the tough day. Suddenly, I hear Bob call out
“It’s the greasers, the two that picked up Marcia and Cherry at the movies, lets go jump ‘em” in a wobbly voice because he had too much to drink, like always. I am in no mood for a fight, but I know that if I won’t join them, I am going to be pretty bad off myself.
As we were pulling up, the greasers showed no fear and continued on walking with a steady pace, however one of them, I think the one that we jumped once, almost killed him to death, looked back at us with fear in his eyes and whispered something to the other greaser. I don’t know the other greaser’s name, but I know his two other brothers: Sodapop and Darry. Darry used to be best buds with Paul until his parents died and he took on a job instead of going to college (he was a good quarterback). As for Sodapop, I have to admit, he looks like a movie star in the middle of nowhere. I never really liked jumping anyone, but there is not much else I could do for fun so I go along with it anyway. Bob, Randy, Paul and I got out of the car. Bob went on calling the greaser’s white trash, and the greaser’s went on calling him something I didn’t quite catch on to. All of this was just buzzing by me and I didn’t feel very good, the last thing I knew was Bob was ordering me to dunk the kid in the water and keep him there, but then something snapped, I just couldn’t take it anymore, I yelled “STOP!” Bob gave me a confused look and said
“Since he ain’t gonna do it, Paul you dunk him while I have a little chat with Dave”
Bob pulled me aside and said
“What the heck are you doing, I know you don’t like that white trash anymore than I do.” That is when something just snapped again and I couldn’t hold it in, I said,
“Leave them alone for once, just because they aren’t rich it doesn’t mean that you can abuse them. Also, look how unfair this is; four against two, when you get drunk you just don’t think about the reality Bob, you have to wake up sometimes and look at what your doing from a different angle.” As soon as I finished Bob just stared at me in shock when words came back to him he started cursing and telling me all the bad things about me, but nothing really mattered anymore, I said it and I can’t reverse what just happened so I just walked on home. However, my words didn’t change anything. Bob went back to the gang and continued on dunking the poor kid in to the fountain. Although I changed nothing, I know that I was not part of this whole mess and this is good for a start.
Next Chapter
When I woke up, the first thing I could think of is call Bob, but then I remembered what happened last night and I know I that I can’t call Bob after that incident. So I decided to go out and get the newspaper. I put on my wine colored sweater, my cream colored jeans and my leather jacket (not my best one.) I slipped out of the house without telling my parents (not like I ever do) because it was 8:00 am and I didn’t want them yelling at me at this hour. I got in my dad’s red mustang and drove to the super market right down the block.
When I entered, all over the walls were newspapers with “Shocking News” as their headline. I walked up to one of them and it said, “Robert Sheldon was killed last night by two greasers, we don’t know what there names are yet but some say that they are heading toward Texas….”
Every single bone and muscle in my body was numb, I knew that things wouldn’t end too well for Bob but I didn’t think that he would die, and that if he did die, not this soon, seventeen years is not enough to live, he could have changed. It’s too late to think about this anyway. I pity him, but he deserves it. I can’t believe I am saying this, I would not have said it a day ago, but I think that I finally woke up from this terrible dream that all of us have been dreaming- Bob, Randy, Paul, Joe, Ron, Zack, Me, and all the rest of the Socs.
The work is done, and I can’t do anything about it. As much as I hated what Bob did for fun, he did not deserve what he got. I want to find out more about what happened last night so I sat back into my dad’s mustang and drove off to Paul’s house. When I got to Paul’s house he wasn’t there and his mom told me that he just left. I was pretty sure that he went to Randy’s and I was right. He and the rest of the gang were trying to convince Randy to go to the rumble which is in a week because Randy refused to go. I am not planning on going to the rumble myself but I want to keep it private or else Paul and the rest will torture me the way that they are torturing Randy right now. I know that they are in no mood to tell me right now what happened last night so I just left unnoticed.

The Witness of the Killing

by Andrew (the pessimistic one)

One night, I was on my nightly stroll through the park when the unthinkable happened.

It all began with two boys, running into the park. They both seemed like they were in a hurry to get somewhere past the park, but only the rate of their footsteps implied that.

They ran right by me, oblivious of my presence. Since I was curious, I followed them with my quiet footsteps I once used for stalking someone.

They finally came to a wide, open area with a fountain in the middle. I admit that it was a calming sight until a bit later.

A blue Mustang appeared out of nowhere. I still remember it clearly, the lights shining on the boys, the wheels tearing up grass, and the five boys in the car. After the car arrived, the five boys, two leaders and three followers, stepped out of the leather covered seats in the Mustang. The two boys with greasy hair were in shock. I don’t think they expected to be ganged up on in a park with no roads.

The newly arrived boys attacked the other two boys after exchanging a few words. They pushed the smaller one on the ground first. At first I thought he was out cold, but I was proven wrong later. Afterward, they went for the other one. The cruelty of this attack was appalling, but my curiosity of what would happen next rooted me to the spot. All the rich kids from the blue Mustang shoved the poor boy’s head in the water until he was coughing up water and gasping for air. I wish that I could have done something to help him at the time, but that probably would have jeopardized my safety. As the boy was getting tortured by the people in fancy jackets, the other boy on the ground slowly got up. I saw a blade reflecting the light from the car as it was drawn. It was a sharp, metal knife.

He lunged at one of the kids from the car with the dagger’s tip facing him. It all happened so fast. I closed my eyes to avoid seeing the moment the victim died from his attack. When I opened my eyes, the fountain water was tinted red with blood. All the other attackers ran afterward.

I was rooted to my spot by the grip of fear. I was staring at a murderer and his half-drowned friend. I didn’t know what to do.

I think I fainted because once I looked around again, the two boys were gone and the body was left to rot. Either that or my memory problems are becoming more severe. Both ways, I was a witness to a murder and an attack. Without thinking, I fled the scene of the crime.

As I ran home, the siren of a police car rang furiously. Luckily, the police didn’t notice my panicked pace and my breathless breathing.

In the distance, I saw my house, that white, old countryside house. As I entered, I realized something. What if someone saw me? I could be accused of murder. After pondering this for a few moments, I realized that if I never report my findings, then I won’t be accused. Then there is still the issue of a possible second witness though. I discarded the thought and continued into my house.

It was messy as always. Papers on the floor, old bread squished on the carpet, and boxes limiting my breathing space. I’m always too lazy to clean up my home so I’ve gotten used to the mice and cockroaches.

As I scanned the floor to see what else is in a state of extreme dirtiness I noticed a newspaper with a picture of a boy. From a distance he looked familiar but at a closer view he was different. It was a picture of a greasy-haired, tough-looking, troublemaking kid who had a caption all to himself.

“Dallas Winston, known to be part of the ‘greasers’ from the east side of town. Wanted dead or alive”, it said.

I found it hard to believe that his greasy hair made him look similar to one of the boys at the fountain area. Hopefully, I’ll never see either of them again. Seriously, nobody is inclined to meet a murder or any of his friends.

After some closer inspection of the picture, I realized that there was nothing else to see. I threw the newspaper into a rusty metal sink. When the newspaper was out of my mind, I continued up to the excessively messy second story.

It was messy like the rest of my house, only with more spider webs and skittering rats. About five rats passed by me as I started to walk towards my room.

When I tried turning my bedroom doorknob, it got torn out of the door. The shock of the event threw me backwards… either that or I was getting too weak to handle a doorknob. Both ways, I was on the floor. Also, I made a mental note to go down to the local Home Depot and buy a new door. Actually, maybe I should just buy that house next door. I realized that I was pondering things that I couldn’t afford so I rid myself of useless thoughts picked up a hammer from a nearby toolbox. With it, I started smashing the door to bits.

I arrived at the inside of my room after destroying my ancient door. As I looked around, I realized something. I actually had a job! As I tried recollecting any memories of this job of mine, it became obvious that I was suffering from memory loss (as always). Oh, by the way, this job of mine was a writer… of something. Well, the only clue I had was a typewriter.

This new job of mine inspired me to write about my encounter with a greasy murderer and his friend.

My story started with this, “One night, I was on my nightly stroll through the park when the unthinkable happened…”

When I finished my story, I figured out that it was the worst piece of writing ever written.

“Well, maybe I could trick a few people into buying this horrid paper with ink on it”, I said to myself.