Im the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life! I told old Spencer I had to got and get my equipment ans stuff from the gym, I dont even keep my goddam equipment in the goddam gym!
Anyway at Pencey I lived in the Ossenburger Memorial Wing in the new dorms. Only for the juniors and seniors and all. I was a junior and my roommate was a senior. It was named afta this guy Ossenburger that went to Pencey a few years back and he made a pot of dough when he got out. He could get members of your family buried for about five bucks a head, keep him in mind if your ever in need. You shudda seen him, he probably shoves them in a sack and dumps them in the nearest river. Anyway so he gave Pencey a pile of dough and they named my wing after him. Pretty sad. I know. He would arrive in this big goddam Cadillac, and everybody had to stand up and give him a locomotive- thats a cheer. He always gave these Speechs that lasted about 10 hours. He would crack a few jokes, just to show us all what a regular guy he really was. Then he'd start on how we should think of Jesus as our buddy and all that crap. Right in the middle of this speech, when he was telling us what a swell guy he was, what a hot-shot and all, this guy sitting in the row infront of me, Edgar Marsalla, let of this terrific fart! It was a crude thing to do in a chapel and all, but it was quite amusing! Boy! Was old Thurmer sore about that!
It was pretty nice to get back to my room after seeing old spencer, because everybody was still down at the game. The heat was on FOR A CHANGE! It was sort of cosy in a way. I took my things off and put on this hat that u bought in New York that morning. A red hunting hat, with a very long peak.
I started to read this book Out of Africa- Isak Dinesen. It wasnt what I chose though, the library gave it me by mistake. I only managed to read a few pages before old Ackley interupted AGAIN! Old Robert Ackley, he must barge in about eighty-five times a day! He was probably the only huy that wasnt down at the game, except me. He was one of these veryy tall round-shouldered guys, about six four, with very lousy teeth. God. I hated his teeth, all the time ive known him at Pencey ive never once seen him brush his goddam teeth!
I could feel him standing on the shower ledge, right behind my chair. "Hi" he said, he always made it out like he was bored or tired or something, anything to make it look like he wasnt jus visiting you. He was looking around to see if Stradlater was in. He hated Stradlaters guts, he hated everybodys guts, damn near. He came in and walked around for a while picking practically everything I own. He really gets on you nerves sometimes. I liked to call him "Ackley kid". He always said I was the kid though, becuase I was 16 and he was 18, and he never let me goddam forget it. He hated it, everybody called it him. When he gets married, if he ever does, I beth his own wife will call him "Ackley". He always picked up this picture of this girl I used to go around with in New York, Sally Hayes. He must of looked at that same picture about a thousand times. Everything he picked up, he would always put it back in the wrong goddam place, on PURPOSE!
He asked me if he could borrow the scissors. So I let him. I thought maybe that would keep him quiet. But he still carried on, about who Stradlaters date was. He was always keeping tabs on who he was dating, even though he hated his guts. His toe-nails were flying all round the goddam place. I had to tell him to cut them over the table twice.
Old Stradlater then barged in, in a big hurry, hes always rushing. He came over and gave me these two playful as hell on both cheeks, very annoying. He asked to borrow my hounds-tooth jacket, it was only half way through the game and him and his date were leaving. Ackley and Stradlater said the bear minimum to each other.
Anyway at Pencey I lived in the Ossenburger Memorial Wing in the new dorms. Only for the juniors and seniors and all. I was a junior and my roommate was a senior. It was named afta this guy Ossenburger that went to Pencey a few years back and he made a pot of dough when he got out. He could get members of your family buried for about five bucks a head, keep him in mind if your ever in need. You shudda seen him, he probably shoves them in a sack and dumps them in the nearest river. Anyway so he gave Pencey a pile of dough and they named my wing after him. Pretty sad. I know. He would arrive in this big goddam Cadillac, and everybody had to stand up and give him a locomotive- thats a cheer. He always gave these Speechs that lasted about 10 hours. He would crack a few jokes, just to show us all what a regular guy he really was. Then he'd start on how we should think of Jesus as our buddy and all that crap. Right in the middle of this speech, when he was telling us what a swell guy he was, what a hot-shot and all, this guy sitting in the row infront of me, Edgar Marsalla, let of this terrific fart! It was a crude thing to do in a chapel and all, but it was quite amusing! Boy! Was old Thurmer sore about that!
It was pretty nice to get back to my room after seeing old spencer, because everybody was still down at the game. The heat was on FOR A CHANGE! It was sort of cosy in a way. I took my things off and put on this hat that u bought in New York that morning. A red hunting hat, with a very long peak.
I started to read this book Out of Africa- Isak Dinesen. It wasnt what I chose though, the library gave it me by mistake. I only managed to read a few pages before old Ackley interupted AGAIN! Old Robert Ackley, he must barge in about eighty-five times a day! He was probably the only huy that wasnt down at the game, except me. He was one of these veryy tall round-shouldered guys, about six four, with very lousy teeth. God. I hated his teeth, all the time ive known him at Pencey ive never once seen him brush his goddam teeth!I could feel him standing on the shower ledge, right behind my chair. "Hi" he said, he always made it out like he was bored or tired or something, anything to make it look like he wasnt jus visiting you. He was looking around to see if Stradlater was in. He hated Stradlaters guts, he hated everybodys guts, damn near. He came in and walked around for a while picking practically everything I own. He really gets on you nerves sometimes. I liked to call him "Ackley kid". He always said I was the kid though, becuase I was 16 and he was 18, and he never let me goddam forget it. He hated it, everybody called it him. When he gets married, if he ever does, I beth his own wife will call him "Ackley". He always picked up this picture of this girl I used to go around with in New York, Sally Hayes. He must of looked at that same picture about a thousand times. Everything he picked up, he would always put it back in the wrong goddam place, on PURPOSE!
He asked me if he could borrow the scissors. So I let him. I thought maybe that would keep him quiet. But he still carried on, about who Stradlaters date was. He was always keeping tabs on who he was dating, even though he hated his guts. His toe-nails were flying all round the goddam place. I had to tell him to cut them over the table twice.
Old Stradlater then barged in, in a big hurry, hes always rushing. He came over and gave me these two playful as hell on both cheeks, very annoying. He asked to borrow my hounds-tooth jacket, it was only half way through the game and him and his date were leaving. Ackley and Stradlater said the bear minimum to each other.
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