Allie's Baseball Mitt

It was always steak for dinner on a Sunday, the funniest steak I ever saw thats for sure. It was always dried up so much you could barely cut them. So after dinner, me and some of the other Pencey Boys went and had a snowball fight in the carpark. It really was fun. After that though, there was nothing to do, I mean everybody else had gone out, so me and Mal Brossard decided to go into town to see a movie. I asked if Ackley could come with us, I felt pretty mean on him being on his own all the time. Mal wasn't too impressed at the idea but he agreed anyway.

Turns out though, Ackley and Mal had already seen the film so we just stayed out for a while, eating and playing pinball. After that we headed back to Pencey, but it was still early. Once we were back, Mal went off to look for a bridge game and I was left with Ackley. The goddamn moron sat on my bed squeezing his pimples then began telling me about some girl he was supposed to have had sex with the previous summer. I mean he was shooting the bull and all. I'd heard the same story about a million times and each time it was slightly different, I mean he was a virgin if I ever saw one.

Eventually, I got him to leave and started with Stradlater's composition. He had told me to do something descriptive. A simple description of a room or a house or something like that, but I couldn't think of anything to write about like that. So I decided to write about the baseball glove that my younger brother Allie used to have. See, it wasn't an ordinary baseball mitt, Allie had copied poems out all over it in green ink. He did it so he would have something to do when there was nobody batting.

Allie died 3 years ago of leukemia, he was 2 years younger than me but was definatley the most intelligent member of the family. He was always so happy and had this amazing red hair that was really noticable. He was such an innocent and nice kid. I remeber the night Allie died, I slept in the garage and broke all the windows with my bare hands. I really miss him.

Anyway, once I had finished Stradlater's composition, I stopped and looked out of my window, just silently staring, listening to Ackley snore in his room.