Saturday was supposed to big a big deal because they gave you steak. It was only because ever one's parents came on Sunday and Old Thurmer bet that they would asked what the had to eat. I didn't have out to do so Mal Brossard, me and Ackely got on a bus and went to Agerstown to watch a lousy movie. Anyway i was ready but it look Ackley like 5 hours to get ready so I went over to the window and packed a snowball. I has going to chuck it a a car across the street but I changed my mind.
Finally he was ready and we went to get the bus. When I has getting on the driver told me I couldn't bring my snowball on even though I told him I wasn't going to throw it at anyone, he didn't believe me though, people never believe you. In the end we didn't seen the movie we just had a hamburger and went on a pinball machine, i didn't care though.
We then went back to Pency at about quarter to nine and it took me ages to get rid of Ackely, eventually I did though and i started Stradlaters composition. I couldn't think of anything to do it on so i got my little brother, Allie's baseball mit out of my suitcase. It had all poems written on it in green ink, it was a very descriptive subject. I took it everywhere with me. You see hes dead now, he died of leukemia up in Maine on July the 18th, 1946.
He was great. He was two years younger than me and fifty times more intelligent. He was also the nicest boy you could ever have met for many reasons. People say someone with red hair get mad easily, but Allie never did and he had very red hair. I slept in the garage the night he died, I broke all the goddam windows with my fist just for the hell of it. I busted my hand up though.
That's what I wrote the composition about anyway. It took me ages though, Stradlater's typewriter kept jamming on me and i lent mine to someone down the hall. I could also hear Ackley snoring though the shower curtains. He had sinus problems. He had everything wrong with him that guy, you had to feel sorry for him.
Finally he was ready and we went to get the bus. When I has getting on the driver told me I couldn't bring my snowball on even though I told him I wasn't going to throw it at anyone, he didn't believe me though, people never believe you. In the end we didn't seen the movie we just had a hamburger and went on a pinball machine, i didn't care though.
We then went back to Pency at about quarter to nine and it took me ages to get rid of Ackely, eventually I did though and i started Stradlaters composition. I couldn't think of anything to do it on so i got my little brother, Allie's baseball mit out of my suitcase. It had all poems written on it in green ink, it was a very descriptive subject. I took it everywhere with me. You see hes dead now, he died of leukemia up in Maine on July the 18th, 1946.
He was great. He was two years younger than me and fifty times more intelligent. He was also the nicest boy you could ever have met for many reasons. People say someone with red hair get mad easily, but Allie never did and he had very red hair. I slept in the garage the night he died, I broke all the goddam windows with my fist just for the hell of it. I busted my hand up though.
That's what I wrote the composition about anyway. It took me ages though, Stradlater's typewriter kept jamming on me and i lent mine to someone down the hall. I could also hear Ackley snoring though the shower curtains. He had sinus problems. He had everything wrong with him that guy, you had to feel sorry for him.
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