Ackley kid

It was even depressing out on the street. You couldn’t hear any cars anymore. I got feeling so lonesome and rotten, I even felt like waking Ackley up. Ackley slept like a rock. I was sort of toying with the idea of joining a monastery. The kind of luck I have, I’d probably join one with all the wrong kind of monks in it. All stupid bastards. Or just bastards. When I said that, old Ackley sat way the hell up in bed. I got off Ely’s bed, and started towards the door. I didn’t want to hang around in that stupid atmosphere anymore. I stopped on the way, though and picked up Ackley’s hand, and gave him a big phoney handshake. He’s a prince Ackley kid. I shut the door and went down the corridor.