You know the rules. No jazz before a rumble.

...but I've never regretted it. You can't regret experience.

But Dally, heaters kill people! Ya' kill 'em with switchblades to, don'tcha?

Johnny almost grinned as he nodded. "Tuff enough," he managed, and by the way his eyes were glowing, I figured Southern gentlemen had nothing on Johnny Cade.

I was desperate for something to read that dealt realistically with teenage life, and I thought others might be, too.

Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.

the person in this picture is really me.