Smitty

And Bud laughs all the way, the red Chevy centrifugaled thru the curve, and we make it on time, by our chinny chin chins.

Smitty was a necker. A few times there was a girl left over for-me; which I didn't know what to do with; and they of absolutely no help whatever. I was aghast the first time - on the town's public park bench close the high swings; he started necking right there like a sailor in the middle of the afternoon, of two girls from Chicago as I sat with her friend in silence - the best I could do. Then suddenly they were leaving. I ran and grabbed my arms around-friend - kissed her on the lips. "Something to remember me by" - I said stupidly. But the worst - we went to the outdoor, Smitty driving with a girl and me with her friend a fix-up in the back seat.

At the outdoor movie they immediately started necking arms entwined sucked together in the front seat, and me with someone I had never-met before - sitting silent. I froze. I didn't know what to say and she said nothing. To just start necking seemed stupid to me. About half-way through the movie I lit a cigarette and laid back in the rear right-side seat - the cigarette snuffing-out and was stuck there and I could not move the snubbed fag dangling from my lips.

I pretended sleep. It was one of the toughest feats of concentration I have ever achieved. I laid there unmoving thru the rest of the movie, eyes closed fag dangling, the drive home from three towns over, until they pulled-up at my house and I more or less spilled out of the car feigning sleep stupor - let me out from deep humiliation.

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