Saturday Night

I'm thinking of when Stradlater got back from his date with Jane. You could hear his lousy footsteps coming down the corridor a hundred miles off. He came in moaning about how cold it was out and then without taking off his tie he asked me if I'd written his composition for him. I told him it was over on the goddamn bed. He starting complaining that it was about a baseball mitt. Said it was supposed to be about a goddamn room or house or something so I took it off him and ripped it up, then I just put the pieces in the goddamn waste paper basket, the stupid phoney. I asked him if he'd given Jane my regards, he said he did but I bet he didn't, he never does, goddamn bastard. I asked him where he went and he said that they just stayed in the back of Ed Banky's car. The next thing I remember was me getting up and trying to sock him with all my might. Anyway the next thing I know, I was on the goddamn floor and he was sitting on my chest. He made me promise that I'd cool it, I agreed, the goddamn moron was stronger than me. I had a feeling Ackley would be awake so I went through the shower curtains into his room.