The Park - Holden Style

The Park

I was walking in this really lousy park. I saw a homeless old man who didn’t look any good. He just was freezing like a bastard. So what I did was I gave him enough dough so he could have a nice breakfast. He was thankful as hell. Then we shaked hands and all that crap. I gave him much dough, but I didn’t care much.

I was thinking about this guy, Alex Mason at Whooton School. He’s family was poor as hell. For a whole week he wore the same clothes. I didn’t even know if he brushed his goddam teeth. He got kicked out. I felt sorry for him. He couldn’t even bring money to school. It killed me

Anyway, while I was walking I saw this very phony couple talking about marriage, and all that crap. It was one of those very phony conversations which are really boring.

I kept walking and it was really boring, but but I didn’t care much. I was freezing like a bastard. There were about thousand benches so I just sat on one. I was feeling lonesome as Hell. I thought about giving this guy, Eric Pumphrey a buzz. He was this very intellectual guy. He was pretty self-confident. He thought he was the goddam king. I didn’t feel like calling him though.

Everywhere I was surrounded by morons. I just tried to get the hell out of there. I mean go home and all. I started to even miss my goddam parents. I was getting pretty excited until the consequences came in my mind.

Anyway, I finally got of the bench and started going to the ducks and see what they were doing. As I was walking I couldn’t believe what happened. A little boy was being beat up by a older one. It killed me, it really did. So what I did was I went to the boy and told him to stop. I tried to be more manly, and when he saw I was twice as old as him he started running away. I helped the young boy get up and all. He thanked me.

I only thought to myself. What is going on in this park today? But I knew I couldn’t answer that. I finally somehow managed to reach the ducks. It was really cold and I saw none of the ducks in the lagoon. I was pretty sad I didn’t get to see them, but I started going to another way. I didn’t know wherever the hell I was going. I just kept thinking about what happened today in this goddam park. First the old man, then the phony couple, the morons, and finally the young boy. This was a really strange day. I started thinking of going home and all. I was really missing Phoebe and even my goddam parents. So what I did was I tried to think of a way how to explain to my parents why I am back before Wednesday, but I just couldn’t think of what to make up. But then something just randomly popped out in my mind. What if Phoebe was here with me and see what happened in the park? It killed me. I couldn’t think of Phoebe’s reactions of this stupid park.

Then I finally found the stupid exit. I was so goddam happy to leave of that strange park. But I knew that what happened there today would haunt me afterwards.

The Good, The Bad, And The Drunk

Yes, I remember how I met with Holden. It was a cold December day, and I was walking in the part. I saw a guy with a red hunting cap on who looked alot like Holden Caulfield. When I got closer i noticed that I was correct with my conjecture. I thought it was a unlikely recurrence for me to see him again but there it happened. It was a really  spontaneous thing to happen and I was shocked to see him. We talked about old timed. He was a really, lonely boy.

He asked me how everything was (family, friends, life, school.) He seemed quite affable now. He asked me if I'd care to have a drink with him. I responded: Of Course. After a few minutes we arrived at the coffe shop. He ordered a scotch while I ordered a beer. I remember how his childhood was. It was getting really late and I knew if I told him I had to go he would get mad and sad. Holden, who is a avid drinker, is also a avid smoker. He got drunk so fast that he couldn't notice I was there. Finally I succumbed and said: I really need to go. After I said that he seemed really tremulous and begged me not to go. 1 more hour I told him.

He made me feel really sad. I am as you probably noticed, very irascable. He tried to encompass me in any way to talk about my sex life but I said: Thats really personal! He asked me now how my grades were, but he sured did that in an amiss matter. Fine. I answered. I felt pretty nervous to stay with him, but his entreaty made me stay. He was really resilient I can tell. He started talking about his family. If I remember he had 3 siblings. Phoebe, Allie, and D.B. Why was he resilient? Because his young brother, Allie died when he was only 13 years old. He told me how he still haunts him but that he is over it. He was a really intelligent, lovely boy. I can remember back in school how reclusive Holden was. He always asked me stuff like: Will you, Vigan, do my Homework for me. I always did, because his disposition was always sad.

I was really feeling dehydrated from my last beer, so I ordered another one. Holden ordered another scotch. The smell of smoke pervaded through the coffe shop. I asked him if he could stop but my endeavor failed. Finally, I was getting quite mad because he drank and smoked so much he wasnt even able to talk anymore.
Good Bye I said. And there goes another encounter with Holden Caulfield.