If you want to play with the big boys …

Handwritten page of a diary dated August 17, 1981

she said I shouldn’t have sprayed him right in the face.

Oh really? Well what punishment would she expect me to give someone who thought it would be so hilarious to take my clothes and my towel while I was swimming and leave me only a tiny washcloth? I mean you’re dating my mom. Come on. You want to be one of the guys and you pull a lowdown stunt like that, then you should expect to get a little wet. Or a lot wet.

Actually he’s lucky his expensive new sneakers didn’t end up hanging from the top branch of the sycamore by the picnic tables. He’s lucky he didn’t get deposited into the massive slimy puddle by Jerome’s house. He’s lucky he didn’t get pantsed and taken out in the woods at sunset when the mosquitoes come out


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