Chapter 5

The school always had the same meal on Saturday nights, Steak. Mainly because alot of guys' parents a came the following day and they ask there darling boy what they had for dinner last night they would say "steak". What a racket. It was nice though when we got out side, horsing around throwing snowballs. About three inches there was, pretty as hell. It was very childish but everybody was really enjoying themselves.

I didn't have a date or anything, so a friend of mine from the wrestling team, Mal Brossard decided to go out and see a lousy movie. I asked if Ackley could come... he wasn't to pleased but went along with it anyway. the movie wasn't showing anyway... i didn't want to see the lousy movie anyway, they both laugh at things what ain't even funny.

It was about quarter to nine when we got back to the dorm... and ackley wouldn't stop going on about this girl he supposed to have sexual intercourse with the summer before last. he already told me the story about a hundred times before... every time different. He was a virgin if i ever saw one. anyway i finally got round ton tell him to get the hell out i had to concentrate, and he did finally.

After thinking for a while i decided to describe my brother Allie's baseball mitt. It was a very descriptive subject. It really was. The thing most descriptive about it was the poems written all over the place. In green ink. He wrote them so he would have something to do when he was fielding. He's dead now. He got leukemia and died on July 18, 1946. You'd have liked him.... he was two years younger then me and fifty times more intelligent. He had very red hair and was incredibly nice in many ways. When he passed away they were going to have me psychoanalyzed because i broke all the windows with my fists. my fists still hurt now, but is not as if I'm going to be a goddam surgeon or violinist anyway.

It was about ten-thirty, i guess, when i finished. everything was quiet. It wasnt snowing anymore, but ereryonce in a while you could hear a car engine trying to start. Ackley was asleep. That guy had just about everything. Sinus trouble, pimples, lousy teeth, halitosis, crumby fingernails. You just had to feel sorry for the crazy sonuvabitch.