Allie's Baseball Mitt

We always had the same meal on Saturday nights at Pencey. It was supposed to be a big deal because they gave you these steaks that were these little hard dry things your could hardly even cut. They only did it so you could tell your parents what you had for dinner when they came to visit you the day after. I didn't have a date or anything so me and my friend Mel Brossard decided that we would go catch a movie. I decided to invite Ackley so he wasn't on his own. The goddamn loner. Anyway Mel and Ackley had seen the movie about a thousand goddamn times so we decided to just get a burger instead. It was about quarter to nine when we got back to Pencey. We went back to my room and Old Brossard was talking in this very monotonous voice about some babe he supposedly had sexual intercourse with the summer before. He'd already told me about it a bazillion times before. Every time he told me it was a different story. Anyway I decided to write Stradlater's composition for him and I decided to do it about allies baseball mitt which was in my case. Allie is my brother. He had this baseball mitt that he gave me. It's amazing. It has poems written on all of the fingers so he had something to read if nobody was batting and he was pitching. Allie was amazing. He never got mad at anybody. People with red hair are supposed to get angry but Allie never did. He was really calm. He really was. Anyway thats what I wrote old Stradlater's composition on obviously I changed the names and all that crumby stuff so that his English teacher wouldn't know it was me.