Handsome Devil Page #5

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sail that before he,

before he became

interested in other things.

I remember sitting at

the front of the boat,

that felt free, like flying.

You still got the boat?

It's still there, I

think, rusting away.

So what's it like to

punch someone in the face?

Woah, show me that, how

do you know a chord?

I can like music, you

know, we're not all the same.

So you on his sh*t list?

I think you've been

taken off that list.

I never knew I'd been

lonely until I found a friend.

Not that Conor and I

were peas in a pod.

I mean, I never met someone

who liked to run around

as much as I liked to sit

down and do nothing at all.

My defenses were coming down

and I'd never say it out

loud but it felt pretty good.

Weasel had suddenly

stopped bullying me

and I no longer dreamed

of being expelled.

Despite my best

intentions, I began to feel

like I fit in.

Four packs.

Yep.

What happened?

I was pocketed.

Again?

How many times is

that since September?

Three, no, four.

Yeah, how many have you had?

I've never been pocketed.

You've never been pocketed?

I've never been pocketed.

That's not right.

Anyway, this is for you.

What is it?

Birthday present.

Really?

Yeah, well, I wasn't gonna

get you anything obviously

but my wicked step mother

said, seeing as you're

a roommate and all, you

know, probably should.

It's a harmonica.

Thanks Ned.

Oh I have one more

present for you actually.

Yeah.

You wouldn't dare.

Wouldn't I, though?

Ned.

Have a good birthday.

Bastard.

Alas, poor Yorick.

I knew him, Horatio, a

fellow of infinite jest.

Mr. Sherry began

to work with us as a team.

And we all loved him for it.

Still, when an annual

variety show was announced

at the local girl's school,

no one stuck their hand up.

But Sherry had heard

us messing around

on those old guitars

and said, no, insisted,

that Conor and I

should play a song.

Hi fellas, how's it going?

- Extremely bad.

- Awful, thanks.

And why is that?

Well, we're not these

deadly Spanish guitar players,

we can't do an instrumental.

We have to do a song but neither

of us wanna be the singer.

I'm definitely not doing it.

No, me neither.

And why not the both of you?

What, like Simon

and Garfunkel?

Yeah, like Simon

and Garfunkel.

I don't think so.

Not cool enough

for you Ned now?

Honestly, no, not really.

Why, you young man

need to learn about

what is much more

important than cool

and that is...

What is beautiful.

High low.

Oh but sir, it's so high.

So high.

Don't gock, Mr.

Conor, training,

10 minutes man.

Come on.

Yes!

The school rugby team embarked

a long unbeaten win.

The local papers put

it down to my friend,

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