Bob's point of view.

Authors note: this is a piece of writing that talks about what bob thought of the fight scene. 

    I put my foot on the gas of my mustang.  It was hard to drive, it was dark and we were pretty drunk. I couldn't help but try to understand what cherry saw in those greasers.

 I didn’t realize where we were until I saw them. The two greasers that picked up our girls. Our soc girls. We ought to teach them a lesson. I pulled up around the park and all of us soc's jumped out.  I didn’t know what we would do to them but all I knew that they would never want to look at a soc girls again.

We walked up to the greasers. They had blank tough looks on there faces I wasn’t sure if they were afraid. I recall saying" you know what a greaser is? White trash with long hair."  the kid had the nerve to tell me soc's were nothing but white trash with mustangs and madras. that hit me hard. With a grin on my face I decided to give the little greaser a "bath" in the fountain behind him. My friend David grabbed the kid from the back of his neck and shoved him face first into the fountain. I remember him struggling and slowly start to let up. Then I felt a sharp pain and before I realized what had happened………. I was gone…….. I believe that if we were sober, we would not have gone as far as we went. Also things would