“He ain’t a Soc,” I said, “he’s just a guy. He just wanted to talk.” “You want to see a movie before we go see Johnny and Dallas?” “Nope,” I said, lighting up another weed. I still had a headache, but I felt better. Socs were just guys after all. Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way you could tell the other guy was human too.
