Slutty Holden Caulfield
What you will need:
biting rhetoric, poor marks in school, slutty chip on your shoulder, red hunting cap
You arrive around nine o'clock, and your goddam friends aren't there yet. The place is full of phonies. You chew the rug with one of your older brother's friends, but he just wants to talk about the war. It makes you blue as hell; it really does. You want to go outside for a walk, but it's cold and you're dressed slutty and all; it's Halloween for chrissake. Right then, you see your old English teacher who looks depressed as hell. Goddam your friends for being late. It kills you. It really does.