When I think about Ponyboy and the bottle outside the connivence store I think of the moment from earlier in the book: âI lie to myself all the time⌠but I never believe meâ. As much as grief affects him and as hard and cool as Pony attempts to beâ heâs just not like the others. I do think he really tries, really thinks he takes Dallasâs words in but thereâs always been an out.
He knows when heâs lying to himself even when he tries his hardest to believe it, just like he still loves Darry when he tried to convince himself he doesnât. Ponyboy is still young and still has time to see who heâs going to be⌠going full hood just isnât who he is. Or a better way to put it is that it isnât who he has to beâ heâs always had an out, his family, his brothers, his friends- his brain⌠heâs a little bit softer but thatâs a pretty alright way to be at 14 years old.
He picks up the pieces of the bottle so no one pops a tire.




















