Anotlini’s Antics (cheesy title, huh?)
After everything I’ve told you about Mr. Antolini, I’d bet you think he’s a pretty swell guy, right? Well, I thought so myself – He even wrote me a letter with the best advice he could give me (I told you about it on my previous post) – but any good thoughts I had about him disappeared that very day I went to visit him.
Y’see, Mr. Antolini and I were talking and I got sleepy all of a sudden. Mr. Antolini got the couch fixed up for me and I slept like a goddamn rock. Late at night, I felt somebody patting me or petting me on my head. Guess who it was? Antolini, for chrissake! He tried to act all cool and suave, but he wasn’t. That proves that all adults are phonies!
So I hurried out of the house, creeped out as hell, and decided to sleep in Grand Central Station for the night.
Yeah, I slept on a friggin’ bench.
The next day I thought about running away; Leaving New York forever and never coming back. I’d leave incognito and start a new life far away, where I could be calm. It was my sister who convinced me of staying, but that’s a story for another time.
…Aw, what the heck! I’ll just come clean right now. I wrote a note to old Phoebe telling her I’d leave that same day and to meet me in front of the Museum of Natural History, and she asked me if she could come. We had a little discussion, but in the end I decided to stay so she could be happy.
I don’t have anything else to write about for now, so don’t expect any posts from me for a long while.
