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.
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