Final Project-Holdens Style

The Goddam Lines

Man I gotta tell you, why did the world have to create lines, it kills me. You know when you’re waiting to get something really awesome and all, but you have this a mile long line in your way to ruin your day. I had some experience myself, there was once this huge goddam line in my way, and all I wanted was just to get a goddam drink from this lousy cafeteria, and I had to wait for every 4 hours, just for the line to move and inch closer to the check out. I nearly died of thirst just from standing there, and I wasn’t even thirsty when I finally got up to the cash register, I really wasn’t.

The world is filled with jerks and all, their everywhere apparently, but I bet about half of the worlds morons stay in lines just to annoy the hell out of you, I mean it. Once there was this kid in my school, Didi something, who would always skip the line and then afterwards, act like an innocent jerk and say, “What I didn’t do anything,” anything my ass. man I hated his goddam guts, he was a huge sonuvabitch, good thing I left the school or I would suffer of starvation, every day of the week, just by waiting in line, but sooner or later I would have punched him right in his crumby guts which would make him hit the goddam wall, I would have probrobly get expelled afterwards, I wouldn’t have done it thou, I’m yellow like that.

Anyways, always at the end of every line, there is always some jerk in the cash register, talking slow as hell just so he can annoy you. What phonies. that’s not all they do too, they also like to show off and do all these things you wish could be doing instead of standing, foot down, on this crumby floor for a half hour.

Man I wish you could been there so you could really know how I feel, then you would know how much I feel like just leaving the line, after about 2 hours of waiting, and let them laugh by themselves, then after that we could go have a drink and all, and forget all about those morons.

Actually, what I really can’t understand is how the hell does a line form anyway? I know that a sometimes, a line forms when someone takes about too dam long on the bathroom and makes this huge lousy line just to go to this crumby bathroom and all, it kills me. It mostly happens in the girls bathroom thou, sometimes you can see about a mile long of girls just waiting to take a leak.

Some lines aren’t even lines, their just a big huge maze that takes about an hour to finish. They put these big huge whatchamacallit, and make it go left and right just to slow you down so the people outside of the line can point and laugh at you for no goddam reason, what a bunch of lousy morons, why can’t they just make the line straight? Their just annoying as hell, more than Didi as a matter of fact, at least were shearing the same fate.

You know what I really wish I could do, I wish I could just go up there to the whoever crap that started the dam line thing, grab him, then force his head into this crumby wall so it would be able to make a hole, and do it for about 10 times until that jerk have his head split open and get mental problems, then Id probrobly go to the bar and tell everyone about it, but I will probably go to prison after that, but I don’t care much, I wouldn’t have done it anyways.

But if you think about it and all, sometimes, in some occasions, there’s always someone good at the end of the line and all, someone that’s actually working, except like those phony’s who don’t know what the hell their doing, but still get paid and all, it kills me. Anyways, there was this one person at the end of the line, that is smart as hell, and does everything correctly and all, and he would put everything in order, and then act nice as hell to you, it’s really annoying sometimes, but at least their making the line walk. I would probably tell you about that time about this man named Jesus, he was nice and all.....But I probably won’t, you wouldn’t care anyway.

Mindless

Me encounter with Holden wasn’t really as I expected it to be. I was walking around New York,  clad, in a black sweeter, and I was getting  pretty dehydrated , I was actually pretty avid for something simple like a subway or whatever. As I turned to enter the shop, I bumped into this guy, and we both fell down to an excruciating pain in are body. I got up pretty slowly, I kind of thought I broke my back or something. When I got myself up, I helped the poor man to his feet, as you have noticed, I’m a pretty affable person.

“Goddam it”

He said in a very brusque way, you could tell that he is a pretty irascible kid.

“I’m so sorry, I duding mean to...”

“Forget it”

He said in a tremulous voice

“I don’t care anyways”

I gave his red hunting cap back, witch fell when we bumped into each other, he slowly put it on, and then silence broke out, and he started staring at me for about two minutes, and when I was about to leave, he asked me a question that is despicable to me until this day.

“he wana go get a drink”

“aren’t you a bit to young?”

He looked young in my opinion, looked more like a 16 year old.

“Nah I’m 25, see my white hair”

I didn’t really believe him, but the kid looked kind of demean and I was bored, and as I said before, I was really thirsty, so I said yes, and so we went.  He took me to this old and crumby bar, where they gave us this old and dirty table for us to sit on. I felt like ordering some sparkling water, a cheese sandwich and a piece bread, but all he had was some whisky and nothing else. After we ordered, he told me his name was john smith somthinging, and started a huge tirade about this guy from his old school, and started calling him a sonuvabitch for about an hour and would always pivot the conversation every now and then. I felt like I was going to die of boredom, so I told Him I had to go to the bathroom and washed my face and stayed there until he was gone.

About four minutes later, I gingerly opened the door, just to see if that madman was still there, and boy was he their alright. He was talking to this other guy who I didn’t even know  and about two minutes later, the stranger then got really mad about something and then quickly left the table followed by John.  I was so happy I was finally able to extricate from that abhorrent child. Spontaneously, I found him walking on the side walk, pretending to hold his guts, and was also making a gun sign with his hands.  After that crazy moment, he went limping to some Phone Booth nearby and was talking to some person asking for some band-Aids. I realized that there was actually a problem with his head, not his guts.

I ran away after that, and I never saw that boy again, and it I hope it would be the last. I think that he pretty much lied about his name, because he looked pretty drunk. After that I realized he was just a lonely, young boy who probably has a hard time living, until now, I think of that boy. I’am , as you probably noticed, a very caring person.