Chapter Two - Spencer

He was my history teacher. He's a nice guy, but it's not his fault he had to fail me and drop me from his class, i understand that its mine, i mean, i just didn't want him to feel guilty and all.

He lives with his lovely wife, in a small house on Anthony Wayne Avenue.Now you see, the Spencers went down to yellowstone park once, and bought this Navajo blanket off some American Indian, i guess old Spencer enjoyed buying it, he kind of got a kick out of it, both him and his wife. It's a shame really, a goddam shame!
So, anyways, back onto the story, Mrs. Spencer showed me into his room, where he was sat, in these grotty old man pyjamas, wrapped up in that blanket i just told you about, with the atlantic monthly on his lap. I walked in and greeted him and stuff, then he decided he wants to talk about my history essay, about the egyptians, which yes i admit was rubbish, but it was the only thing i knew about them, and as he read it out, i felt worse and worse, he was handling my essay like it was a turd or something, it really upset me, but i didnt show it. After this he wanted me to stay and talk for a while, have some cocoa, but i really wanted to go, i was sat on his concrete slab of a bed, i coudln't of sat there much longer, so i decided that i wanted to go, and said i had to go to the gym to collect my things before morning.
As i said goodbye i realised to myself that i was going to miss that old guy, he was a good man, my friend.

Chapter One - the beggining of it all

Hey, i guessed you'd want to know a little bit about me so here goes, im stuck here, in the goddam place, with a real bad cough, they think its T.B.
I wish i didn't get kicked out of the stupid, phoney school. It was a complete waste of time, but ah well, at least i could keep it together just a little bit. my parents aint gonna be happy about all of this, like they even care about me.
My older brother, D.B., moved to hollywood, to be a prostitute, wasting his skills on these people to make tons of money, goddam phoneys.



Anyways, pencey eh, well what happened, it wasn't all my fault, they all made me look at the map, so i ended up leaving the fencing equipment on the subway. And now, i can't even bring my self to leave without a proper goodbye. I'm deciding to start from here anyways, well im on the top of thompson hill, while all those morons are watching the stupid football game down below me, i hate the thought of being near those phoneys. OH, i forgot to tell you, i got kicked out of that place, all my grades started to drop and i wasn't 'applying myself' . I mean, yeah i was glad to go, but for some reason I'd miss the stupid place, even though I wasn't up to a good standard in history, i had to go and see old spencer, he is a good man, and his wife, they are both kinda alright. So after sitting on the hill for awhile, I got up and told myself I had to go and see Mr. Spencer, so in the chilling,icy winds, I ran all the way to his house, he didn't live on the campus, he just lives down the road outside the main gates, towards Anthony Wayne Avenue. when I got to the main gate i had to have a rest as i couldnt catch my breath too quickly, well I used to smoke, until these people made me cut it out.

my hat

“This is a people shooting hat,” I said. “I shoot people in this hat.”

Life..

“Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.”