I was having my daily jog around Central Park when i saw a lonely, young boy. I know I knew him from somewhere , but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then, I remembered it was Holden Caulfield. I
gingerly approached him for Holden was a strange boy. I
surmised that he had gotten terribly drunk last night, for he had huge red bulgy eyes, and stunk of liquor. His condition was
abhorrent to me, but I still said hi. I didn't think we were going to strike up a long conversation, but he wouldn't stop talking and talking. After what seemed an interminable 15 minutes, I told him I had a meeting to get to. But, he wouldn't stop talking about how he had gotten shot in the guts, he was really getting under my skin. Then he started asking me about my sex life, at that point I had enough and walking away. Then I heard him say "walk away flit." Yes, I should have kept on walking, but I was infuriated so I turned around and punched in the face. I saw him on the ground, he appeared to be knocked out. I was quite pleased I had
extricated myself from the situation, but felt bad since Holden and I where roommates at Elkton.
Holden's disposition is despicable his brusque questioning is suppose to intimidate you, but I can see right through it. I think Holden is like this because of his turbulent childhood. Holden lets say simulates the perfect rat, in my mind he should go to a psychiatrist, to check himself out. If you ever meet Holden it is imperative that you avoid him at all costs, it shall save you a headache and a good chunk of your day. Holden is the type of kid that impels you to whack him across the face, in my opinion Holden is quite reclusive, and should be embarked to an institute of some sort and have him fixed up.
Well, after I whacked him in the face I was lackadaisical about finishing my job, so I just decided to go back home. As you could probably tell Holden ruined my serene mroning.
