Saturday, November 17, 2012

Sean Bateman says...

'I get up early, for a Saturday, sometime after breakfast. I take a shower and kind of remember about this tutorial I happen to up in time for. I smoke a couple of cigarettes, watch the Frog sleep, pace. I can't believe I have a roomate whose name is Bertrand. I go up to Tishman because there's nothing else to do. Saturdays suck anyway and I've never been to this class so it can't be all that boring. I get to Tishman but it's the wrong building. Then I remember that it might be in Dickinson but I go to the wrong room but then I fight the right room even it it looks like the wrong room. It's the teacher's office and there is no one here. I'm not that late either, and I wonder if maybe they've changed rooms. If they have, then I'm dropping this class, I'm not going to put up with that kind of bullshit. The office smells like pot though, so I stick around in case someone comes back with more. I sit at the desk, look for signs of what this class is all about. But I can't find any. So I go back to my room. The Frog is gone. Maybe I'll check out the AA meeting in Bingham, but it's not there and after hanging out in the living room, waiting, smoking, pacing, I go back to my room. Maybe I'll take a ride, go to Manchester. Saturdays suck.'

- Sean Bateman (The Rules of Attraction, Bret Easton Ellis, 1987)

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