Locker Room Boy

The tardy bells for class had already rang. It was one of three locker rooms, which altogether were setup at the beginning or at the end of each of the eight or so ramps, which had class rooms off to one side of them. Whether it was the beginning or end depends on which way you look at it. If you were coming or going to class. All of this is really irrelevant, as it could be just ones frame of mind at a particular time. Kinda like is the glass half empty or is it half full. Regardless at the time I was not coming or going. I was just standing there cornered in this locker room, asking myself, what does this silly girl think.

I knew what she wanted, and it was not my lunch money. Besides if she wanted that she was crazy as a bed bug, because I was going across the highway to Land’s and get me one of Ernest’s Cheeseburgers, and some of those fat fries. What she wanted was a joining of our lips.

There was only one way out, besides punching her lights in. I had already decided what to do, and there was only one thing own my mind at the time. What the heck was I going to have for an excuse on the tardy slip…. a day in Sinton, Texas, 1963-64, at E. Merle Smith Jr. High School.

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