Monday 16 July 2007

Bathroom

He was always asking you to do him a big favor. You take a very handsome guy, or a guy that thinks he's a real hot-shot, and they're always asking you to do them a favor. Just because they're crazy about themself, they think you're crazy about them, too, and that you're just dying to do them a favor. It's sort of funny in a way. Stradlater wanted me to write a composition for Monday. It was very ironical. It really was. Suspense is good for some bastards like Stradlater. 'Anything descriptive a room or a house'. He gave a big yawn while he said that. Which is someting that give me a royal pain in the ass. Thats something else that gives me a royal pain. I mean if you're good at writing compostions and somebody starts talking about commas. He wanted you to think that the only reason he was lousy at writing compositions was because he stuck all the commas in the wrong place. He was a little bit like Ackley, in that way.

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