Aloysius
I knew a boy named Aloysius. He had brown hair that
curled and swished
when he turned. He had a leopard nose that knew of the big kids
around
the corner. They had sticks and fists that they knew how to use.
There's
something in the name- Aloysius.
Not Al -- as in Allen.
Or Alex -- as in Alexander.
'I still can't get over his name,' my mother told me. 'You know
that I
would never do that to you.' I was only 13, yet old enough to
mistake pity
for love.
Sucks to be him. Explain what Junior High is like when you have
20 nicknames
that attach themselves like leaches, until you're a stiff
show-horse.
His curly hair is now cut short with his roommate's 3 dollar
scissors. It's
not all that curly anymore -- just on the ends.
It's funny what drugs can do to your hair.
