Chapter 5

I didn't have a date or anything so I hung around with this friend of mine. Mal Brossard. We messed around in the snow for a while. It was still coming down really hard by the evening. Looked pretty as hell though. Mal suggested that we get a bus into town, get a hamburger and go and see a lousy movie. I hate the movies, so I stuck around my dorm and decided to to Stradlater's crappy composition.
I stared out of the window for what must've been like an hour. I was staring at the snow. Like I said, I thought it was pretty, it looked nice and white. Anyway, I couldn't really think of a room, or a house, or anything like that. I put on my red hunting hat and tried to think. Besides, I ain't too crazy about describing houses or rooms anyway. so insteead I wrote about my Brother, Allie's baseball mitt. It was a really descriptive subject. It really was. It was a left-handed fielder's mitt. Allie was left handed. It had loadsa' poetry scribbled all over it. It was all over the fingers and the pockets, everywhere. Allie's dead now. He died of leukemia. He was eleven. Two years younger than me. He's been dead three years. He was very intelligent, he really was. His teachers were always sending letters to my parents telling them just how intelligent he was. He was probably the most intelligent member of the family. I guess I kinda idolized him because of it. Idolizing my kid Brother... i no how strange that sounds. He had red hair and the weird thing is, people with red hair are supposed to be really angry. Not Allie. He couldn't get mad at anything. He was the nicest guy ever. God he was a nice kid.
I cried like hell when he died. I was only thirteen and they were going to have me psychoanalyzed. All because I broke all the windows in the garage. I slept in the garage for a while. I slept there the night he died. I broke all the goddam windows with my fists. I Damn near broke my hand. I can't make a proper fist with it anymore.

CHAPTER 4

i didn't have anything special to do so i went down the can and chewed the rag with him while he was shaving. We were the only ones there, due all the other sunovabitches being down at the goddam game.stradlater was in the middle wash basin, god was he good looking. Anyway I sat down next to him and started to turn the cold water on and off... it was a stupid habbit i had when i was nervous!! One thing i hate is whistling especially when the person whos doing it can't do it very well and guess what.. stradlater was doing it to Song of India.

You should see the rusty shaver that stradlater was using it was full of lather and hairs and any other crap you can think of!!

Anyway i was sat there listening to him whistle his crapy song, when the goddam fool turned to me and said do me a favour, as soon as he said it i should have said no but instead i said what? the goddam cheeky sunovabitch asked me to do a compositon for him!!!!! so like the crazy fool I am, i said i would do it if i had time.

After a while i got bored of listening to stradlater and decided to do a tap dance, dont ask me why i just had the urge to do one. It was in my GODDAM BLOOD.

Moments in to my tapdance stradlater asked me where i had got my red hunting hat from. I had bought it this morning in New York i told him, which i had. the best thing was it was dirt cheap, a buck to be exact.

I changed the subject and asked him who is date was. I asked him was it fitzgerald and he said no. so I simply stated that she was my type of woman, and do u no what the cheeky sunovabitch said, take er shes to old for you!! well i flipped and got him in a half nelson. He really wasn't in the mood for horsing around so he broke my nelson grip quite easily he was a lot stronger than me.

I asked him again who his date was and he replied Jean Gallagher!! well i nearly dropped dead when he told me her name. She had been my neighbour the year before last god was i excited when i heard her name. Jean was a girl I had really liked and to sum degree still do to this day. I told stradlater all about the good times I had spent with her.. to be honest i dont think the phoney was even listening. Anyway i continued to tell him any way all about the how we played checkers together and how she placed all her kings on the back row. I asked him several times to ask her whether she still did it now. He said he would but I new he was lieing.

Once stradlater was ready to leave he put on MY hounds-tooth jacket adn left .. the goddam idiot was gona stretch it he was much broader than me!!!

I was sat there thinking about stradlater and especially Jean Gallagher on a date... when Ackely the scruffy so and so barged in through the shower curtain. Boy was i glad to see him...

chapter 2


... i arrived at Old Spencers house and was greated by mrs spencer. She's friendly I guess, but I'm not exactly fond of old people. It's awful - they love control! One day cnat remember exactly when, but it was some time during the week, me and some guys went over for a talk and some hot chocolate and old Spencer just sat there and showed us an old Navajo blanket that he'd bought of some Indian a while back. When I went up to see him he was sat there wrapped up in that very same blanket with some old bathrobe on which showed his bumpy chests. Old men always look disgusting especially when you could see there nobbly knees and ther hairy chest is knocks me sick.I went there to say goodbyeto old spencer but all I really got was a lecture about my History exam. He read it out to me,i hated it when teachers did that. I even wrote him a note so he wouldn't feel bad. He always says words I don't like; "grand", "boy" and repeats things. that was one of the things abotu mr spencer i didn't like.
while he was going on with himself, I started to think about the pond in central Park. In winter it gets frozen over.. so where do the ducks go?