The Secret Goldfish

I damn near fell down, story of my life and im sure to damn well tell ya'. D.B. Wrote those books, 'The Secret Goldfish' if you know em', it was about this little kid that wouldn't let anybody look at his goldfish because he bought it with his own money. It killed me. He's in Hollywood now, prostituting himself. If theres one thing I hate. It's the movies. So anyway, im on this hill watching this stupid football game and the reason im standing on this hill is because I'd just got back from New York, I was the goddamn manager of the fencing team. We'd gone to New York for this fencing meet with McBurney School. Only, I damn left the goddamn foils and equipment on the subway so we got back around Two-Thirty instead of Twelve. The other reason I wasn't down at the game was because I was on the way to say goodbye to old Spencer, my history teacher. He knew I wasnt going back to pencey - I'd been kicked out. I got to old Spencer's damn fast on account of it being cold and me wearing a coat and no gloves or nothing and boy did i ring that goddamn doorbell fast when i got to old Spencers house, Finally old ms Spencer opened the door and let me inside, old Spencer was in his room, she told me to go right on up.