"‘Holy crap Spidey!’ blurted Andy, pointing to page eighteen while we were crossing Harvard Street. ‘There’s even a Jim Cheyunski autograph in here!’
‘Holy crap Andy!’ I blurted back. ‘Who the heck is Jim Cheyunski??’ Andy groaned and put his arm around my shoulder when we hopped the curb.
‘Boy, have we got a lot of work to do on you’
We sat on a bench at Emerson Garden until we ran out of talk. By then it was getting dark and I really wanted to ask him to come over for dinner, but I couldn’t figure out how. So after a couple of more seconds of looking at each other, it was back to “See ya”/”See ya” again. Then we went home in opposite directions.
I thought about him a lot last night. He’s the kind of friend I can get into capers with, like Butch and Sundance. Scratch that. Like Thelma and Louise. He’ll be wearing mauve and beige at the same time the fashion police’ll be closing in behind us in squad cars, and just before we take off down the highway he’ll turn to me with his brown hair and blue eyes and shoot me one of those grins that could easily last me the rest of my
SCREEEEEEEECH
Oh, no.
Oh, please, God, no.
‘Zing! went the strings of my heart.’
Too late. When he calls me Spidey I turn into grape Jell-O. His favorite kind.
I’m doomed."
Augie Hwong- My Most Excellent Year. (via beingjon)
(Source: the-sundance-kid)