About Me, Johnny Cade

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My name is Johnny Cade, also known as Johnnycake. I live in East Tulsa with my parents, no siblings but I have my gang-the greasers- who are close to my brothers. My favorite book is ‘Gone with the Wind’ and I usually like to smoke some cigarettes with my gang. I like doing rumbles with my gang, and I love the greasers as my second family.

Socs VS Greasers

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For the past few years, I am currently a member of the Greasers, an East-side gang who has greasy hair and that’s why we’re called the ‘greasers’. When it comes to fights, if we’re not together as a gang, we certainly cannot handle the fight and always turns out to be the losers. Few days ago, I was beaten up so badly that I almost died by the ‘Socs’. Socs is an abbreviation of Socials, meaning a West-side, rich gang who always likes to jump greasers whenever they want to or see us. As I have already said, they jump us a lot and we usually get beaten up badly that I was totally beaten up, alone.

Few days ago, I was just practicing football, doing some kicks. All of a sudden, the blue Mustang parked beside the lot where I was practicing. There were four Socs in it, coming towards me. There was one Soc, with gigantic rings all over his fingers, and those cut me up as badly as they hit me. I was so scared to death. I was in the worst condition with my dad and mom, always beating me up; even the conditions of my house were too awful. It was too much for me to handle the four Socs alone and I suffered so bad that I was half-dead at that time. It was the worst nightmare, and if I meet the Socs again, I will feel so much anger towards them that I will even feel like killing any of them.

Killing a Person

Today I killed a person. I have done something that nobody expected, I never thought I would. After hanging out with the greasers, Ponyboy and I were walking back home and decided to rest a little and stretched out to watch the stars. As we kept talking, we both went asleep for a while then Ponyboy went back home while I was alone waiting. I just did not want to go back to my house when my parents didn't care about me. After a while, Ponyboy came back running and we both started running away because he told me to.

It was two-thirty in the morning when we decided to walk to the park and back so that we can get relaxed to go back home. Then they came, the Socs. A blue Mustang was going slowly around the park until then, when they noticed and walked towards us. There were five of them, surrounding us with the heavy smell of whiskey all around. Ponyboy and I recognized the two, Randy and Bob. The moment I recognized Bob, I remembered the day when the 4 Socs beat me up badly because the one with so many rings on their fingers was Bob. It was only two of us to handle these five Socs, which it definitely didn't go easy. Ponyboy was caught by one of the Socs and his face was shoved into the water fountain, having his hands twisted behind his back. I was really, crazy mad when I saw Ponyboy dying because of the Socs. The fact that Socs were the ones who were killing him made it even worse. 

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After looking at Ponyboy getting drowned, I realized I had to save him. I saved Ponyboy, with my switchblade on my hand, with Bob lying on the ground alone. Then I immediately dropped my switchblade and fell worriedly on the ground. I was so scared of what was going to happen because of what I did. Even though I barely could stand up shivering, I tried to act confident and picked up my switchblade again and waited for Ponyboy to wake up. I did not want me to look scared nor worried because I was pretty sure Ponyboy will stay in panic as much as I do and we will not be able to sort this situation out. I know I was scared to do this with my switchblade, but I had to, when my closest friend was getting murdered by the people I have got beaten up by. I had to do it.

Aren't you waiting for me to die?

Today I felt so much anger toward my parents. If I can call them ‘parents’, it makes no sense at all. I’m currently in the hospital because of an accident that happened few days ago and suffering over the pains. After Ponyboy and Two-Bit came over, the nurse has told me that my mother came here to see me, and I certainly refused my parents coming to meet me. Now, why don’t I want to meet my mother? Here’s why.

For many years of my life, my mom and dad have treated me like a dog, or maybe a ‘treating’ cannot be the word because they never noticed whether I’m home or not and never cared how smart I was, where I go. It was as if I wasn’t part of their life. If I go home, the old man beats me up whenever he wants to; the old sloppy woman thinks I’m not even alive whatsoever; sometimes she even yells at me when something has hacked off.

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Entering the house without nobody welcoming was not what I wanted for these 16 years of my life. Now that this old woman is here to see me, she would probably going to yell at me about the trouble I have caused and how annoyed she is by me. This woman believes that she has raised me and she has right to meet me as a son. She hates the gangs, and does not have right to hate them because they’re my only family, brothers who really understand me the best. I just wanted her to leave me alone for once, no bothering for once. Why do you want to meet me? Aren’t you waiting for me to die?

16 years are not enough

Have you ever thought of killing yourself? I have, for the past few years of my life. As I have spoken about my parents before, the reason of killing myself turns out to be them again. However, I am not going to go deeper onto the story about my parents because I already explained before previously. I want to talk about some reasons why I do not want to kill myself anymore. For the past few weeks, so many things happened that it is too long to talk about. Ponyboy and I have gone through a hard journey of hiding from cops, saving kids, and even got injured by an accident. The only reasons I still want to stay alive as best as I can are because of the greasers and my wishes.

When so many things happened over the past few weeks, it was my gang who helped me out through the tough journey. I remember Dally, giving us the money for our living in the church and without him, by this time, I might have been caught by the cops already and in jail. The love and the caring I have received until now really encouraged me that I have no more excuses to kill myself if my gang, the greasers are right beside me.

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Just like other people in this world, I have my own dreams and future that I wonder about. This is what I have felt along the way. I usually liked to stay in the street, not wanting to go back home to meet my parents because it was even worse decision than the street. The 16 years of my parents’abuse did not make me see good things, learn good things, eat or wear good things. It only made me alone and suffer, as if I’m an orphan. Now that I found my gang and realized I have more things to go through and experiment, I no longer feel like killing myself. I finally feel like 16 years are not enough.