The Beginning Of The End

Here I am, a year on. Locked up in a goddamn institution with T.B. It all started when I was kicked out of that goddamn school, all 'cos I was ruining their goddamn reputation. My ass, the real reason was I was flunking in 3 of 4 subjects. 'Pencey Prep', moulding gentlemen for years. You've probably seen the adverts, well let me tell you something... Not once did I see a goddamn horse any where near the place. They're all phoneys there anyway, every last one of them! Just like DB. He's my older brother incase you were wondering. He wrote this great book, called The Secret Goldifsh. But then Hollywood called and now he's living there prostituting himself for the movies. Goddamn phoneys, I hate them!

So anyway, I want to tell you about the day I left Pencey. It was the day of the football game with Saxon Hall. This was supposed to be a very big deal at Pencey, but I'd gone to New York with the fencing team. We hadn't even got off the subway and I'd messed up. Though it wasnt all my fault. Not completely. I had to take charge of the goddam map to check where we going. Nobody told me we'd missed the goddam stop! So I jumped off the subway, and left all the fencing equipment on the goddam subway! So we never even made it to the fencing tournament.

So I had no choice, I had to go back to Pencey empty handed. I got back and went and stood at the top of Tomsen Hill, the reason I did this instead of going to the grandstand was cos I'd just got back. It was freezing and I didn't have a coat or gloves or nothing! In the end I got too cold and decided to leave.