Some Are Going, Some Are Staying....i'm In

... 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.

We Had Played A Kid's Version Of Gang Fighting Called "civil War," And Then Later We Had Got In On The Real Thing, We Fought With Chains And We Fought Barefisted And We Fought Socs And We Fought Other Grease Gangs. It Was A Normal Childhood.

Stay Gold, Ponyboy, Stay Gold.

I Made Up My Mind That I'd Get Out Of That Place And I Didi Learned That If You Want To Get Somewhere, You Just Make Up Your Mind And Work Like Hell Til You Get There. If You Want To Go Somewhere In Life, You Just Have To Work Till You Make It.