Seven Deadly Sins

Who am I? What I do? Why? This are just one of the many questions I get asked far too many times. And they all come to one answer. I am Bob Sheldon. Probably the biggest kickass in the neighbourhood and damn proud of it. There's no particular need-to-knows except my name as a one-way ticket to the good life. Anyone who is someone has been at least once acknowledge by me.

Today there was a small cocktail party at the Valance's and just to say little, it was acceptable. I still think that Cherry could have outdone herself on the open bar and useful entertainment but oh well, she can't pull stunts half as good as she can talk them. Randy got me in on what's going on in town. More specifically, what's going on with my favourite gang of greasers. So it turns out one of those filthy greaser girls, Lilian or whatever is her name, is pregnant with a baby. Apparently my baby. Ha! As if. I wouldn't really care if she had an obortion or not. That thing doesn't deserve half of its bloodline. There's been quite a lot of cheap girls that had been willing to get laid, but god, none of them are really worth the effort. As if they where even that good in bed. At times like this I do miss Cherry. She did know how to get it right. But then, she went for that white trash with the funny name, Ponyboy. And that's how my little revenge started. No one, specially some pathetic low life, can just go around and mess with my perfect world. Because there was no point to hit that would cause him enough pain to make it worth it, I went for his older brother. Poor little Sodapop, he lost his little baby. Please. You're making me sick. Of course, if he hadn't fuck his little whore-excuse for a wife he wouldn't have to deal witht his on the first place. but oh well, some people are just good for nothing. High school dropout. And I heard the Curtis girl is back in town. What was her name? A chocolate bar? That bitch should have stayed right where she was. No one really needs another useless slut wondering around Tulsa. And besides, she came back to marry that drunk ass with no future. That'd be a marriage worth looking forward too. And then there's Elena. Please, if that slut really thinks she's worth my time she's got some serious mental issues. She's a good pack, I won't deny that but hell, she's just so easy to deal with, specially when her brother thinks he's got what it takes to win a fight. I'm telling you, this people are just so pathetic. Randy told me there was no use in wasting my time with them and he's right, but if I can make their lives any more miserable than they already are, why waste such wonderful opportunity?

Which comes down to my clever plan. Me and my boys came up with it and it's called, what else?, The Seven Deadly Sins. Each week one victim, and every victim gets a piece of what they deserve. I'm not talking just simple jumping or raping, I mean expert kickass. It's time to show the greasers how to treat their superiors. Once and for all, finish with all of them. Socs above all.

-Bob Sheldon