There's this boy at Pency called Ackley who never has any
chairs in his room. I imagine that they couldn't stand to be in Ackley-kid's
crummy, smelly, goddamn room. Just thinking about being in the same room with
Ackley's pimply face all day would scare me off. It must be even worse for the
chairs because they have to be in goddamn contact with him. Before they ran
away Ackley-kid probably sat his big ass on their arms and just sat there
picking at his pimples. That Ackley is a real slob. When I think about it like
that I start to understand why there are no chairs in that old Ackley's room.

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