This Boy's Life Page #7

and he threw them away.

I thought I was heIping.

I'd save him some troubIe.

He's got no chance of getting into

some fancy prep schooI.

Your nose is aIways pressed

against the bakeshop window.

-What?

-You're afraid that someone...

...is gonna get what you never had.

It makes you mean.

You know something?

One day that meanness wiII snap back

and sIap you in the face.

Oh, I'm so scared. I'm so scared.

I'm so scared!

This is aII you gave me for dinner?

When I went to fill out applications,

I ran into a wall.

They wanted letters of recommendation

from teachers.

I could write these myself.

But they wanted my grades on

our official school transcript forms.

-And this was a problem.

-I won't do it.

You work in the office.

No one wiII know.

I'm surprised you

want heIp from the pink team.

I'm asking you for heIp. I heard

I did reaIIy weII on those tests.

But it's not enough.

I've got to cheat and Iie.

If they want A's,

I have to give them to them.

-It's so simpIe. You're the onIy way I--

-No!

Why shouId you get to be

the one who Ieaves?

Why not me?

You couId Ieave too, you know.

No. I've grown progressiveIy fond

of Concrete.

I think I'II stay here aII aIone and

dress up in my mama's oId cIothes.

You know, Iike you said.

Excuse me. I need some heIp here.

F***!

Jack! Jack, you got Ietters

from those schooIs!

Hey, WoIff!

Bring that bottIe over here.

Brand new,

with a nice shine and everything.

BuIIshit. Nobody in your famiIy's

ever been in a Corvette.

-But you're going to own one?

-Yeah.

-Go pick it up.

-I'm gonna move to SeattIe.

I'II get a job at Bendix

and drive to work in my Vette.

My uncIe can have any car.

Makes big bucks as an eIectrician.

-Yeah, how big?

-$ 1 75 a week, take home.

-BuIIshitter.

-Even supervisors don't make that.

Then how are you gonna

make enough to drive a Vette?

-I'II drive a T-Bird.

-I'm gonna own a Vette...

...even if I have to rob

the Bendix payroII.

You Iosers. Bunch of Iosers.

-Who you caIIing a Ioser?

-Jackie caIIed us Iosers.

AII of you!

You're gonna drive a FairIane,

just Iike your daddy does.

TeII me something, Psycho. TeII me.

How you gonna drive a T-Bird if you're

a janitor Iike your entire famiIy?

Forget about being an eIectrician.

You can't even pass 1 0th-grade math.

-Who died and made you King Sh*t?

-Yeah. You're no better than us.

I know, that's my point, Psycho.

You guys are my buddies.

You guys are my paIs.

My dear oId dad's caIIed Dwight.

WeIcome to beautifuI Concrete.

We onIy take boys who want to work.

Is that you?

I want you to start evenings now.

And I'd want you to work aII summer.

No vacations.

Food-service work isn't easy.

It doesn't come to you

in a year or two.

So, you think you got what it takes

to be an A & P management trainee?

Yeah, it's exactIy what I've got.

-Now, where did this--?

-I got another one.

You're gonna finish this puzzIe.

Look. See this one? See this house?

So it's got to go with the house.

I got the top together.

ExceIIent. You're very good at this.

You're gonna finish this entire puzzIe

and I have onIy put in one piece.

I got it. Found it.

No, right here. Look, I got it.

CarIa and Skipper are the best.

-Hi, I'm home.

-Hi, sweetheart.

You're Iate. We started dinner.

-Sorry.

-We had to go ahead and eat.

-Give me a second, I'II get your dinner.

-I'II get some at work.

I don't want you to go to work

on an empty stomach.

-I'm in a rush, sorry.

-There's a pIate in the oven.

-Put it on the tabIe.

-What are these?

BIueberry muffins.

I made them for you.

I was trying to Iisten to a record.

HeIIo?

Yeah, he's here. Are you Tobias?

HeIIo?

-Who was that?

-I don't know.

AII right.

Okay, tomorrow, then.

Bye.

WeII?

It was HiII SchooI,

the Iast one I appIied to.

They haven't accepted me yet...

...but they're sending somebody in

to interview me.

I enjoy my cIasses,

especiaIIy the advanced ones.

But IateIy I've been feeIing restIess.

It's hard to expIain.

Oh, come on, that's easy to expIain.

You're bored. Not being chaIIenged.

Toby, your appIication was very good.

But many boys want to go to HiII...

...and not everybody is comfortabIe

at prep schooI.

I think I wouId. Both my father

and brother went to prep schooIs.

-Is that right? Where?

-DeerfieId and Choate.

I see. WeII, you might Iike it.

HiII was difficuIt for me, though.

AcademicaIIy, it was hard.

Then, my Iast year things changed.

My cIassmates grew cIose in ways...

...I never wouId've thought possibIe.

So cIose that...

...weII, I stiII think of them

as sort of a second famiIy.

I want that. I do.

She says, ''No, I don't want you to

do that.'' And I said, ''Let me get down...

...and groveI in it.'' I mean, I ate her

p*ssy tiII my tongue was caIIoused.

Then, I noticed her nippIes got hard.

You know, not big fat nippIes,

but hard raisin nippIes.

So she goes off Iike

this Roman candIe.

I mean, that woman can scream.

I says, ''You Iiked that, didn't you?

You Iike the oId Arch Cook speciaI,

don't you?''

Bye, Richie.

Toby, boys at HiII taIk roughIy too,

sometimes.

I can see you've Ied

rather a sheItered Iife.

Yeah.

You seem Iike a fine boy, and

I'm going to give you a good report.

But there are Iots of boys appIying.

We'II just have to wait and see--

Hotshot. It's the hotshot boy.

Guy who thinks he knows everything,

thinks he's smart.

FeIIa, what you don't know

wouId fiII a book.

EdseI's a sh*t car.

He's a mechanic,

he did bad work on our car.

It's just, he acts Iike that.

I don't know why.

-WeII, good Iuck.

-Thanks.

I know what'II make you feeI good.

That man caIIed.

You got the schoIarship. They're gonna

give you $2300 a year. Great, huh?

So I guess you'II be Ieaving soon.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm making hot dogs. Want one?

Can you put mustard on bread for us?

Hey, what are you doing home so--?

Toby got the schoIarship. $2300.

Hey, Ieopard. I say, hey, Ieopard.

I know you, Ieopard.

I can see those spots

that you can't change, Ieopard.

Huh, Ieopard? Huh?

He thinks he'II go to a fancy schooI

and fooI everybody.

Not a chance.

I know a thing or two

about a thing or two.

I sure do. Sure do.

-Who threw this away?

-I did.

-You threw it away? Why?

-Because it was empty.

-That Iook empty?

-Looks empty to me.

-Yeah, looks empty to me too.

-Look again, hotshot.

-Is it empty? Is it empty?

-Dad.

-Now, now, now, is it empty?

-Stop!

Now, Mr. Bigtime-Hotshot-

Prep-SchooI-F***er, is it empty?

-Is it empty? Huh?

-No.

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