So The Turtle was here.

I could not for the life of me figure what anyone could see in him, aside from the fact he was young, tall, good looking. Even I could tell that. He was taller than me. But nothing else. I wasn’t like that when I was his age, was I?

Being polite I went in to chat.

“You going to school?”

“No.”

“What do you do?”

“Nothin much. Hang.”

“Uh, live near here?”

“No.”

"How was the skateboarding today?"

"Ok."

So much for conversation.

C bounded in the room. “Rob, we’re eating out back. Come on.” She took his hand and I watched him caress her...