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?