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.