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"Who was the first president?"

"Abraham Lincoln;' Bobby said proudly and with full convic-
tion.

"Bobby, you're such a fucking dumb shit. Seriously, how are
you a senior in high school?"

"Baby-Dick does my homework for me."

This was true. Idid his homework and he bought me ciga-
rettes. It worked out for both of us.

"Hey Baby-Dick, you never do my homework. What makes
Dumbshit Dyer so damn special?" asked Darren.

"He's old enough to buy me cigarettes."
"I got held back."

"Man, twenty-one and you don't know the first president. You
really are a fucking idiot."

"Go fuck yourself Troy."

"Hey, where is Seamus today anyway?"

"He said he was home sick. He's probably just in his room get-
tinghigh."

"Hey, speaking of getting high, Troy, you still owe me for last

week."

"Fuck you Mitch, you told me you were smoking me up for

free!"

"No Ididn't! Itotally fucking didn't!"

"Doesn't know the first president. What a fucking dumb shit."

"Go fuck yourself Ryan."

The bell rang; changing time was over. We would go out onto
the field, stretch, play capture the Rag, run and laugh and collectively
grow to resent the education system a little more. Some of us would be
hyperactive, grabbing Rags left and right, tagging trespassers, huffing
and panting and smiling widely at how much fun there was to be had.

Some of us would stand around and chat up the righr-assed, thin-legged

girls (bobbing their heads, waving their long hair hither and yon,) see
what their weekend plans were, ask about what music they liked, talk

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