Youth in Revolt Page #3

Oh, I'm not familiar with

futurist percussive poems.

I could recite one of Trent's,

if you'd like.

Please do.

Ram dam 12

Sizzle mop

Crunch down

Safety net

Hot, hot, hot

Void

Well, that certainly sounds like

a poem.

Jeez, he sounds great.

Well, you know, I also have

a sweetheart for the moment, so...

Really? What's her name?

Her name is Martha Singwall.

She's 16.

She's got toasted almond hair, so...

She's only just recently returned

from Nice...

...where she's been conducting

sociological research...

...on the assimilation problems

of Italian immigrant workers...

...down there.

She's also a professional model

that specializes in lingerie.

She likes me quite a bit.

She tells me that she loves my hair.

- She sounds wonderful.

- Yes, I think you'd like her, Sheeni.

Trent sounds great, too,

aside from being freakishly tall.

He certainly does seem to have

a knack for...

...smashing ungraceful words

together...

...and deeming it a poem.

Well, thanks for a lovely day, Nick.

Don't mention it.

I think of this girl being swept away

by some pretentious poet...

...and it crushes me.

She could never like me.

Unless I decided to radically change

every detail of my personality...

...I'm going to die a virgin.

- Nick?

- Sheeni, nice to see you.

I was going for a walk

and thought I'd drop by.

I remembered that you lived here.

I'm sorry I got upset about Trent.

It was immature.

I'm not normally like that.

He sounds like a great guy.

I'd love to hear more of his poetry.

Do you wanna go to the beach?

Or get breakfast?

Actually, I'm going on a hike.

I'd ask you to come...

...but you haven't got boots,

provisions, maps or a compass.

I do all my hiking freeform. Like

John Muir, I enter the wilderness...

...with nothing more than my journal

and a child-like sense of wonder.

What the hell is going on?

This is a private journal.

Trent is not an affected twit.

Sheeni, how would you like it

if I read your journal?

Go ahead.

It's written in a shorthand

of my own devising.

A necessity for a girl

with Christian parents.

What does this say?

Wouldn't you like to know?

That last passage would be

of particular interest to you.

I doubt that.

I have very little interest in reading

about Trent's beautiful shoulders.

I haven't made love with Trent,

if that's what you wanna know.

I've only made love once

and it was less than erotic.

But I hear it gets better with practice.

You're a virgin. I can tell.

Kiss me, you weenie.

Sheeni, I think I love you.

Of course you do.

Well, your hormones certainly do.

Sheeni.

Yes, Mother. I'm just here with Nick.

Let's see this young heathen.

Hello, Mrs. Saunders.

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