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.

A poem to Max, and Daniel

(READ THIS FIRST)
People this is a simple joke! Whatever is said in this poem isn't really meant or is true in any ways. My friends Daniel and Max are epic friends!

It began with an end.
Calmly walking.
Brought from the principal
to this kid with this
British accent.

Hi. Like that.
He was audacious
to be friends with me
though I conscientiously
warned him.

He took the risk.
I was prudent to not
say anything, and so I did.

End of English class,
this Brazilian guy comes to
me and says: Ya like video games?
Of course I said, in a serene matter.

We were embarking  in a new friendship.
We sat in a table in lunch.
Nobody else, so we rebuked
each others taste of foods.

They both pilfered some parts of
my life.

As better friends we became, they
started to annoy me.
I thought they were dumb
now.

They even started spoiling things.
As, I would eat they would mutiny
my request to not tell the teacher lies
about me.

They always insult me.
I try to be nice, but they wont
let me. But they had no inkling
that one day I would be mad

Whenever I am talking to Brandon they
interrupt me, and start insulting, and rankle
me, and spoil Dexter season five,
I feel like punching them.

One day I will not tolerate
it and our so called friendship
will be ended, and I can crack their faces,
Boom Bang!

Flunked

Covered, cloudy
Walking on snow
on the mission

to visit his teacher.
Coat off, asking to see
if he is better

Walking in the room
with disgust.
He has a seat in the bed
hard as a rock.

He made him take
his essay
and read it a
thousand times
which made him abhor

For crying out loud stop.
He thought.
How could he break
it up to his teacher though?

The Egyptians weren't
interesting enough, a thing
that caused him to be flunked

Interested, interested
asking for his opinion
on his life

Three schools
cracked. Doesn't
he feel any concern
about his future?

Trying to make him
think about his future
but that made him despondent

I am trying to help.
I am trying to help you
He said

He knew he wanted
to help but then
he had to go

to the gym,
leaving him with the words
"Don't worry about me".

"Good luck". He yelled.
And there goes another lie,
one by one.

Poetry Friday

                                                                   

MY BROTHER
Is a devil
My brother is a police officer
My brother is a clock

My brother is hell
brought upon earth
My brother is a minion
But he can't find a
team to build a fortress

My brother is a snake
with a special venom
My brother is a song without lyrics
and as a fisherman without sea
brought upon misery

My brother is the god of war
Who drove joy under surveillance

My brother is a guitar
My brother is a assassin
who's creed is to bleed

My brother is medal of honor
My brother is a AK-47
who exterminates joy

My brother is a desert
, a oasis, a borderland

He is war
who taught me
to be cold.

Because of him
the kids don't
own a map

Because of my
brother I am
what I am

Awesome confessions about captain awesome

1. I am addicted to M&Ms
2. Dyvon,Mikkel are epic friends.
3. Best ever TV show is Dexter
4. Mikkel's random weird noises in computer sciences are disturbing but really funny
5. The most epic word is : Mythology
6. Balboa Academy is the hardest school ever
7. 9th of November 2010 is going to be the best day in 2010 (Shhh can't tell you why HA)
8. Once I fell into a hole and hit my head into something hard and went unconscious.
 9. I miss Kosovo :(
10. Albanian traditional food wins! P.S ( I have witnesses HA)
11. Lord of the rings is the best movie ever made
12. I have a high ammount of low self-esteem
13. The best moments of my life are those with my cousins
14. Panama sucks (no offence)
15. I get dehydrated fast
17. I drink atleast 1L of water per day minimum!
18. Soccer rocks
19. Now I've got your attention
20. You keep reading and thinking : Am I going to do a same thing as in my last confession>
21. No
22. Ohh look up... Where is number 16 HAHAHAHHA
23. You actually looked up to see if there is a number 16 and  now you think : How stupid am I to let him prank me jeez
24. I call myself Captain Awesome.
25. Holy maccaroni 25 already?
26. Still going on what?
27. I think you get the point?
28. Will you stop reading this already?
29. If I do one more I will lose 5 sec of my valuable life
30. That's it im done!

Memoir monday

The last day. All I can think of is the last day. It contained everything that means in my life.

8:00PM, the phone alarm reverebrating  throughout my head. GOD MAKE IT STOP! Jumping of the bed getting dressed eating cornflakes the clock became 8:30, time for the last day of school and of life.

Entering the classrom I became blind of all my fellow friends organized starting the party which was all about me. For them it was imperative to throw the party because they wouldn't see me for one year.

The party started and the fun pervaded in the class room. Soon it would hit 10:00 and I should be on my aunt's new house. The worst part came. The interminable seven years came to an end. I didn't realize their affability till now.

Everyone hugged, mission complete. Towards the closing of my house. The last 20 minutes I would spend on my house. Dad and me closed the house with some tears and we went to the cars that were waiting for us to go in my aunt's house.

Everyone, absolutely everyone was together for the first time. The last 60 minutes of my life were amazing and the most joyfull ones I have ever had. |But now the new challenge comes, and it is called : Panama!