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I did the Holden story. Anyone wanna read it?
You know those school dances that are supposed to be real fun and all, and everyone’s supposed to get along and dance together? If you want to know the truth, I’d rather shoot myself than go to one of those swanky parties where everyone dresses up and acts like they’re having fun, but this girl Joanna Phillips asked me once. I’m quite a sexy guy, and Joanna was pretty good looking, so I figured, why the hell not?
Anyway, the dance was at her school, but I was trying to be quite a gentleman, so I went to pick her up at her house and all. Her father answered the door, and he told me to come into the living room and started asking me all these questions. I’m not too crazy about parents, and I just wanted to get outta there, so I started shooting the bull with this guy. I figured it’d go quicker that way. He kept was asking me all these questions about myself, and I was just shooting the old bull. He said, “So, how are your grades?” and then he lit up a goddamn cigarette. I’m trying to quit smoking; it’s quite a nasty habit. Anyway, I said, “Well, sir, I try my best.” Then he said, “And you don’t smoke, do you?” That killed me. He asked me that, but he was sitting there smoking a goddamn cigarette. It’s so phony when someone practically says it’s a crime to do something but then sits there in front of your face and does it. I said, “No sir, I don’t smoke.”
Boy, this phony bastard kept asking me questions for about 12 hours. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, and Joanna was taking so long to come down the goddamn stairs. It annoyed the hell out of me, because if some guy’s gonna come to your house to pick you up, shouldn’t you warn him if he’s practically gonna get interrogated? Well, Joanna finally came down the stairs. She’s sure an attractive girl. Her father might’ve even seen me giving her the old eye. Anyway, he told her that she had to be home by eleven. That really depressed me. I mean, Phoebe probably doesn’t even have to be home by eleven.
Once we got the hell out of there, we went to the school, and walked into the dance. It was in their gymnasium, and someone’d hung all these corny decorations all over the place. The funny thing was, they were trying to make it look like some tropical island or something, you could tell, but all those corny decorations just made it look more like a gym. I didn’t feel like dancing right then, so I offered to get Joanna a drink. I walked over to the drink table and waited in line for damn near ten whole minutes, and then I brought the drink back to her.
Here’s what happened. I went back, and there was this big shot guy, who thought he was really something, talking to Joanna. I tried not to get all sore about it or anything, but I couldn’t help it, I’m not kidding. I went up to him and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. I wasn’t even yelling, I swear to God, but for some reason, this phony bastard just smiled and told me to “keep your cool around the ladies.” For god’s sake, he thought he was such a prince. Well, I tried to get him to go away, but he insisted on staying to finish his conversation with Joanna.
I have to admit it, I hit him. I just socked him a gorgeous one right on his cheek. Normally, I’m not a very violent person, but I didn’t want Joanna to think I was yellow or something, so I just had to do it. The old guy was bigger than I had estimated, so it sort of turned into him beating on me with a buncha goddamn jerks cheering him on. Then some teachers came up and pulled us apart, and we both got the boot. That was okay, though. I mean, who would want to spend their time at a dance with a bunch of morons like that? I kinda felt sorry for old Joanna, though, because she had to stay all alone for the rest of the night. I yelled to her to give me a buzz the next day, but she never did.
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You know those school dances that are supposed to be real fun and all, and everyone’s supposed to get along and dance together? If you want to know the truth, I’d rather shoot myself than go to one of those swanky parties where everyone dresses up and acts like they’re having fun, but this girl Joanna Phillips asked me once. I’m quite a sexy guy, and Joanna was pretty good looking, so I figured, why the hell not?
Anyway, the dance was at her school, but I was trying to be quite a gentleman, so I went to pick her up at her house and all. Her father answered the door, and he told me to come into the living room and started asking me all these questions. I’m not too crazy about parents, and I just wanted to get outta there, so I started shooting the bull with this guy. I figured it’d go quicker that way. He kept was asking me all these questions about myself, and I was just shooting the old bull. He said, “So, how are your grades?” and then he lit up a goddamn cigarette. I’m trying to quit smoking; it’s quite a nasty habit. Anyway, I said, “Well, sir, I try my best.” Then he said, “And you don’t smoke, do you?” That killed me. He asked me that, but he was sitting there smoking a goddamn cigarette. It’s so phony when someone practically says it’s a crime to do something but then sits there in front of your face and does it. I said, “No sir, I don’t smoke.”
Boy, this phony bastard kept asking me questions for about 12 hours. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, and Joanna was taking so long to come down the goddamn stairs. It annoyed the hell out of me, because if some guy’s gonna come to your house to pick you up, shouldn’t you warn him if he’s practically gonna get interrogated? Well, Joanna finally came down the stairs. She’s sure an attractive girl. Her father might’ve even seen me giving her the old eye. Anyway, he told her that she had to be home by eleven. That really depressed me. I mean, Phoebe probably doesn’t even have to be home by eleven.
Once we got the hell out of there, we went to the school, and walked into the dance. It was in their gymnasium, and someone’d hung all these corny decorations all over the place. The funny thing was, they were trying to make it look like some tropical island or something, you could tell, but all those corny decorations just made it look more like a gym. I didn’t feel like dancing right then, so I offered to get Joanna a drink. I walked over to the drink table and waited in line for damn near ten whole minutes, and then I brought the drink back to her.
Here’s what happened. I went back, and there was this big shot guy, who thought he was really something, talking to Joanna. I tried not to get all sore about it or anything, but I couldn’t help it, I’m not kidding. I went up to him and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. I wasn’t even yelling, I swear to God, but for some reason, this phony bastard just smiled and told me to “keep your cool around the ladies.” For god’s sake, he thought he was such a prince. Well, I tried to get him to go away, but he insisted on staying to finish his conversation with Joanna.
I have to admit it, I hit him. I just socked him a gorgeous one right on his cheek. Normally, I’m not a very violent person, but I didn’t want Joanna to think I was yellow or something, so I just had to do it. The old guy was bigger than I had estimated, so it sort of turned into him beating on me with a buncha goddamn jerks cheering him on. Then some teachers came up and pulled us apart, and we both got the boot. That was okay, though. I mean, who would want to spend their time at a dance with a bunch of morons like that? I kinda felt sorry for old Joanna, though, because she had to stay all alone for the rest of the night. I yelled to her to give me a buzz the next day, but she never did.
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