If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
So I'm re-reading The Catcher in the Rye, my heavily highlighted, written in, torn up copy. And the hands down best quote from the book which is so true, guys especially know what I'm talking about: I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
Truer words have never been put to paper.
Anyway, I called my friend Jared up at 8:30 this morning and he agreed to meet for breakfast. Nothing better then a friend who is willing to get up and out of bed for you at 8:30 in the morning, no questions asked. We met up at CK's coffee shop in Germantown, had some food, some good conversation, I used him for advice like I always do. That kid's advice is like gold.
Funny thing is I've kept my sexual history from Jared just because he's normally a good Christian boy and I don't really think he wanted to hear me talking about getting drunk and making out with guys. It seems that when my last relationship ended the girl told him everything that I've done to see if Jared would quit being my friend. Jared finally admitted that he knew everything and first he let me know that he's off limits, and then he said that from now on he wants me to tell him right away whenever something interesting happens.
Then on the way home, in a state of delirium, I thought up an idea for a story based on random thoughts and the conversation we had. I'll see if I can have it done in a few hours and put it up here. I've got nothing else to do tonight.
Okay, really I need to clean my room, run errands, do a host of other things, but writing is my first love and shall be treated as such. Everything else can be put off until tomorrow.
So I'm re-reading The Catcher in the Rye, my heavily highlighted, written in, torn up copy. And the hands down best quote from the book which is so true, guys especially know what I'm talking about: I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
Truer words have never been put to paper.
Anyway, I called my friend Jared up at 8:30 this morning and he agreed to meet for breakfast. Nothing better then a friend who is willing to get up and out of bed for you at 8:30 in the morning, no questions asked. We met up at CK's coffee shop in Germantown, had some food, some good conversation, I used him for advice like I always do. That kid's advice is like gold.
Funny thing is I've kept my sexual history from Jared just because he's normally a good Christian boy and I don't really think he wanted to hear me talking about getting drunk and making out with guys. It seems that when my last relationship ended the girl told him everything that I've done to see if Jared would quit being my friend. Jared finally admitted that he knew everything and first he let me know that he's off limits, and then he said that from now on he wants me to tell him right away whenever something interesting happens.
Then on the way home, in a state of delirium, I thought up an idea for a story based on random thoughts and the conversation we had. I'll see if I can have it done in a few hours and put it up here. I've got nothing else to do tonight.
Okay, really I need to clean my room, run errands, do a host of other things, but writing is my first love and shall be treated as such. Everything else can be put off until tomorrow.