Entry 4

Well seeing as I had nothing better to do I decided to go and shoot the bull for a bit with old Stradlater whilst he shaved with his crumby razor. Stradlater wasn't a slob like ackley, he was a secret slob. The type of guy who looked perfect but if you take a closer look at guys like Stradlater they own some disgusting things. This razor, the one Stradlater was using to shave that perfect face of his, was rusty as hell. I cant stand people who shave with a rusty crumby razor. Rusty for chrissake. So, after a while I got a bit bored just sitting there so I started horsing about. I put my hutning hat on and started to horse around a little bit. guys like Stradlater were always asking for favours. This time it was an english compostion. I thought may aswell do it seeing as I had nothing else to do. So I wrote about my brothers baseball mitt. I still had the poem stained mitt in my posession so I got it out and started to copy down some of the poems. Then Stradlatedr did something strange. Stranger than shaving with a crumby razor. He mentioned a certain girl to me. It turned out the girl he was dating was none other than Jean Gallagher for chrissake! Jean Gallagher! so I started to think back about the many games of checkers we once had and how she would keep all her kings on the back row and never budge them one bit. She'd keep every one of her kings right at the back and keep them their until there was no other option. I couldn't believe it. Jean Gllagher for chrissake!