Boy Talk :: Example Personal Narratives

Boy Talk   We keep tally marks (with parenthetical comments) in my little black book. When we score, we call them rain cloud points. We conceived the idea on a Friday night of meandering around coffee shops, discussing the book backstop in the rye whiskey. I convinced my friend Michael that Catcher in the Rye satires pathetically lost teens and mocks the protagonist as much as anyone else - and and then bore our tradition. We score glory points by convincing the other that he is wrong my little black book is the memo pad I use for keeping phone numbers, homework assignments, other assorted notes, and of course, glory points. At the moment, I am beating Michael five to four in the glory game.   Michael truly gave me the book Catcher in the Rye to put down somewhere near the end of my freshman year, at the time when I had very few friends because I had only when changed schools. He, also being an alienated youth, began to talk to me about phonies and other Holden Caufie ldesque things. To this day, he brags about how he drive me into a three month depression. From the philosophical system of Holden Caufield, we have since progressed to arguing philosophy and politics.   Prior to discussing phonies, Michael and I had never gotten far beyond the surface-levels of conversation. That kind of alliance wasnt unusual for me - virtually every relationship I had was as change as a kiddie pool. In fact, discussing phonies was a breakthrough for me, if only because we interchange some semblance of ideas about ad hominem psychology. Michael and I thoroughly hold Everybody in the world is a phony - except me. (We never did anatomy our if the everybody included the other person.)   During the summer between my freshman and sophomore years, I began to miss people - no one person in particular, just those mystical creatures that I missed walking down the street darn I spent three or four days within reading and watching television. I made someth ing of a commitment to myself to actually befriend more than the handful of people I talked to over that summer. I committed myself to making close friends whom I could talk to about personal problems. Friends, ironically, like Michael.   Michael and I moved to this topic near the end of that summer, at a time when he was in the process of switching to a private high school from our old, public high school.