crumby game. It was hot as hell and the windows were all steamy like a sauna. I sat next to him and started turning the cold taps on and off. Its a nervous habit. It really is. Stradlater kept whistling 'Song of India'. He had one of those piercing whistles that are practically never hardly ever in tune and he ALWAYS picks one of those tunes that is hard to whistle even if your a GOOD whistler. Ackley was a slob with his personal habits but so was Stradlater. In a different way. For example the razor he shaved with was always rusty as hell and always full of lather. He never cleaned it or anything. Anyway while we were in the can Stradlater asks me to do this big favor for him. He asks me to write his goddamn composition for him. I mean me. Who's failing 4 out of 5 classes. It was supposed to be about anything descriptive. Easy as hell really. But I said maybe, if I wasn't busy. Suspense killed crumby bastards like Stradlater. After a while I started to do a tap-dance just for the hell of it. I started imitating one of those guys in those films. Musicals. I hate musicals. I kept messing around. Saying how my father wanted me to go to Oxford but I was born to tap dance! Stradlater was laughing as hard as a sponge. 'It's the opening night of the Ziegfeld Follies' I said. Stradlater was goddamn near wetting himself. He really was. So I was asking him who his date was. I bet you'll never guess who it was. Jane Gallagher of ALL people. What a crumby phoney bastard. He called her Jean Gallagher. I used to play checkers with her. She always used to keep her kings on the back row in this annoying way which just drove me totally nuts! I asked him to give her my regards. But he probably wouldn't. People like Stradlater say they will but they never do. Lousy crumby bastards. He took my hounds tooth jacket too. I bet he goddamn stretched it. Lousy crumby bastard. He really is.Monday, 16 July 2007
Ziegfeld Follies
I didn't have anything special to do so i went down to the can and chewed the rag with Stradlater while he was shaving. Nobody else was there, they were are still at the phoney crumby game. It was hot as hell and the windows were all steamy like a sauna. I sat next to him and started turning the cold taps on and off. Its a nervous habit. It really is. Stradlater kept whistling 'Song of India'. He had one of those piercing whistles that are practically never hardly ever in tune and he ALWAYS picks one of those tunes that is hard to whistle even if your a GOOD whistler. Ackley was a slob with his personal habits but so was Stradlater. In a different way. For example the razor he shaved with was always rusty as hell and always full of lather. He never cleaned it or anything. Anyway while we were in the can Stradlater asks me to do this big favor for him. He asks me to write his goddamn composition for him. I mean me. Who's failing 4 out of 5 classes. It was supposed to be about anything descriptive. Easy as hell really. But I said maybe, if I wasn't busy. Suspense killed crumby bastards like Stradlater. After a while I started to do a tap-dance just for the hell of it. I started imitating one of those guys in those films. Musicals. I hate musicals. I kept messing around. Saying how my father wanted me to go to Oxford but I was born to tap dance! Stradlater was laughing as hard as a sponge. 'It's the opening night of the Ziegfeld Follies' I said. Stradlater was goddamn near wetting himself. He really was. So I was asking him who his date was. I bet you'll never guess who it was. Jane Gallagher of ALL people. What a crumby phoney bastard. He called her Jean Gallagher. I used to play checkers with her. She always used to keep her kings on the back row in this annoying way which just drove me totally nuts! I asked him to give her my regards. But he probably wouldn't. People like Stradlater say they will but they never do. Lousy crumby bastards. He took my hounds tooth jacket too. I bet he goddamn stretched it. Lousy crumby bastard. He really is.
crumby game. It was hot as hell and the windows were all steamy like a sauna. I sat next to him and started turning the cold taps on and off. Its a nervous habit. It really is. Stradlater kept whistling 'Song of India'. He had one of those piercing whistles that are practically never hardly ever in tune and he ALWAYS picks one of those tunes that is hard to whistle even if your a GOOD whistler. Ackley was a slob with his personal habits but so was Stradlater. In a different way. For example the razor he shaved with was always rusty as hell and always full of lather. He never cleaned it or anything. Anyway while we were in the can Stradlater asks me to do this big favor for him. He asks me to write his goddamn composition for him. I mean me. Who's failing 4 out of 5 classes. It was supposed to be about anything descriptive. Easy as hell really. But I said maybe, if I wasn't busy. Suspense killed crumby bastards like Stradlater. After a while I started to do a tap-dance just for the hell of it. I started imitating one of those guys in those films. Musicals. I hate musicals. I kept messing around. Saying how my father wanted me to go to Oxford but I was born to tap dance! Stradlater was laughing as hard as a sponge. 'It's the opening night of the Ziegfeld Follies' I said. Stradlater was goddamn near wetting himself. He really was. So I was asking him who his date was. I bet you'll never guess who it was. Jane Gallagher of ALL people. What a crumby phoney bastard. He called her Jean Gallagher. I used to play checkers with her. She always used to keep her kings on the back row in this annoying way which just drove me totally nuts! I asked him to give her my regards. But he probably wouldn't. People like Stradlater say they will but they never do. Lousy crumby bastards. He took my hounds tooth jacket too. I bet he goddamn stretched it. Lousy crumby bastard. He really is.
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