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... Hey, I Didn't Know You Didn't Like Baloney." I Went Cold. "i Don't Like It. I Never Liked It." Soda Just Looked At Me. "you Used To Eat It. That's Why You Wouldn't Eat Anything While You Were Sick. You Kept Saying You Didn't Like Baloney, No Matter What It Was We Were Trying To Get You To Eat." "i Don't Like It," I Repeated.

You Take Up For Your Buddies, No Matter What They Do. When You're A Gang, You Stick Up For The Members. If You Don't Stick Up For Them, Stick Together, Make Like Brothers, It Isn't A Gang Anymore. It's A Pack. A Snarling, Distrustful, Bickering Park Like The Socs In Their Social Clubs Or The Street Gangs In New York Or The Wolves In The Timber.

The Person In This Picture Is Really Me.

I Am A Greaser. I Am A Jd And A Hood. I Blacken The Name Of Our Fair City. I Beat Up People. I Rob Gas Stations. I Am A Menace To Society. Man Do I Have Fun!

They Grew Up On The Outside Of Society. They Weren't Looking For A Fight. They Were Looking To Belong.