Dear Diary,
Whoa, Pony just passed out. He already wasn't feeling so hot but I let him go to the rumble anyway. He got kicked in the head so many times he got a concussion. He passed out, we got to get to the hospital.
Love Dairy (MOO)
Dear Diary,
We got him to the hospital and he is still out. I wonder when he'll wake up.
3 DAYS LATER
PONY! He woke up. He still doesn't look good though. Ohh Pony. Soda came in so I'm going to leave. I love when they hang out. Their so cute together.
Love Darry
Monday, November 3, 2008
Dally!
Dear Diary,
I hate this day. I HATE IT. First Johnny now Dally. When we went to the lot Dally threatened to shoot the fuzz with his unloaded heater. The fuzz didn't like that much so they shot Dal. Ohh, Dally, Dallas Winston why. You're alright Dar. Sing your copping with death song. "You say goodbye and I say hello, hello, hello. I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello. I don't why you say goodbye when I say hello." Ohh Dally, Johnny I miss you guys.
Love, Darry
I hate this day. I HATE IT. First Johnny now Dally. When we went to the lot Dally threatened to shoot the fuzz with his unloaded heater. The fuzz didn't like that much so they shot Dal. Ohh, Dally, Dallas Winston why. You're alright Dar. Sing your copping with death song. "You say goodbye and I say hello, hello, hello. I don't know why you say goodbye when I say hello, hello, hello. I don't why you say goodbye when I say hello." Ohh Dally, Johnny I miss you guys.
Love, Darry
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Johnny!
Dear (sissy little girl) Diary,
When Pony got home he just well, Johnny died. I just can't take it. Johnny was the gang's pet, the lost puppy in the crowd, and now he's gone. He got lost forever, but he won't be lost isn't our minds. Wait a minute, the phone is ringing. Its Dally, he robbed a store and now the fuzz is after him. He's at the vacant lot and we got to save him. I got to go.
Love, Darry.
When Pony got home he just well, Johnny died. I just can't take it. Johnny was the gang's pet, the lost puppy in the crowd, and now he's gone. He got lost forever, but he won't be lost isn't our minds. Wait a minute, the phone is ringing. Its Dally, he robbed a store and now the fuzz is after him. He's at the vacant lot and we got to save him. I got to go.
Love, Darry.
After The Rumble
Dear Diary,
We won, ohh we won. By the way, some how Dally got out of the hospital some how and came to help us. Pony tried to help Dal but Pony just got kicked in the face and bruised and cut u pretty bad. It was a great felling to win though. Right as we won Dally dragged Pony to the hospital to see Johnny. I hope Johnny is alright.
Love, Darry.
We won, ohh we won. By the way, some how Dally got out of the hospital some how and came to help us. Pony tried to help Dal but Pony just got kicked in the face and bruised and cut u pretty bad. It was a great felling to win though. Right as we won Dally dragged Pony to the hospital to see Johnny. I hope Johnny is alright.
Love, Darry.
Before To The Rumble
Dear Diary,
Ok its almost 6:30 and Ponyboy ain't home yet. I'm going to kill him if I lost him again. Ok here he is now. All is good. Don't kill him, don't kill him. Okay Darry, its ok. Anyway, I had to make dinner for us and the rumble is in thirty minutes. WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE RUMBLE, we're never late for a rumble. If we're late for a rumble, Pony is so dead. Anyway, he's home so I gotta go and make sure he eats something so see you later.
Love, Darry.
Ok its almost 6:30 and Ponyboy ain't home yet. I'm going to kill him if I lost him again. Ok here he is now. All is good. Don't kill him, don't kill him. Okay Darry, its ok. Anyway, I had to make dinner for us and the rumble is in thirty minutes. WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE RUMBLE, we're never late for a rumble. If we're late for a rumble, Pony is so dead. Anyway, he's home so I gotta go and make sure he eats something so see you later.
Love, Darry.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
When I Left
Dear Diary,
When I went to work today I was scared. Pony didn't look so hot. That tuff looking kid looked like a little whimp. It wasn't his fault though. He look real sick and I was trusting Two-Bit to watch little Pony. I really hope Pony doesn't smoke too many weeds today. If he smokes more than a pack I'm going to skin him. Anyway, i know Pony won't listen and do something dumb and not relax. I think that's going to be his downfall one day.
Love, Darry.
PS. Please let Pony not get into the hospital. Please.
When I went to work today I was scared. Pony didn't look so hot. That tuff looking kid looked like a little whimp. It wasn't his fault though. He look real sick and I was trusting Two-Bit to watch little Pony. I really hope Pony doesn't smoke too many weeds today. If he smokes more than a pack I'm going to skin him. Anyway, i know Pony won't listen and do something dumb and not relax. I think that's going to be his downfall one day.
Love, Darry.
PS. Please let Pony not get into the hospital. Please.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Back Off
Dear Diary, (which isn't sissy and isn't for little girls)
We were sitting in the waiting room, me, Pony and Soda. Just normal guys waiting to see our friends when the fuzz and reporters came. They was asking too many questions and Pony was getting all out of sorts. I told them off for yelling at my little Ponyboy. He was in no condition to be yelled at by the fuzz and the reporters. He just got burnt and his best friend just got his back broken. He is a little out of sorts don't you think. Well even though me and pony didn't want them around Soda thought it was a riot. He would take one guy's hat and other guy's camera and walk around like a reporter and interview nurses and doctors and ohh, it was annoying. Finally Soda stopped and they went on with their work. The reporters took our pictures, though mostly Pony because was a hero. Soda still thought this was the best thing in the world but finally Soda got bothered by the reporters and layed his head on my lap and fell fast asleep. I was pretty tired myself and Pony looked like he was about to pass out. So we went home. It was a big day I guess.
Love, Darry
We were sitting in the waiting room, me, Pony and Soda. Just normal guys waiting to see our friends when the fuzz and reporters came. They was asking too many questions and Pony was getting all out of sorts. I told them off for yelling at my little Ponyboy. He was in no condition to be yelled at by the fuzz and the reporters. He just got burnt and his best friend just got his back broken. He is a little out of sorts don't you think. Well even though me and pony didn't want them around Soda thought it was a riot. He would take one guy's hat and other guy's camera and walk around like a reporter and interview nurses and doctors and ohh, it was annoying. Finally Soda stopped and they went on with their work. The reporters took our pictures, though mostly Pony because was a hero. Soda still thought this was the best thing in the world but finally Soda got bothered by the reporters and layed his head on my lap and fell fast asleep. I was pretty tired myself and Pony looked like he was about to pass out. So we went home. It was a big day I guess.
Love, Darry
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