Pg. 13I’m trying to figure out if they’ve supposedly had sex at this point. 'Cuz not that it's anyone's business, but for the record, people, at age 14 (while definitely harboring some decidedly impure thoughts) I was still technically pure as the driven snow.
“Things can’t get any worse if I hit the road with you, right?” Ahh, the naiveté of youth! Oh, Joey, Joey, JOEY. It can get soooo much worse… Like, for instance - as in Tony’s case where his parents have been neatly disposed of in a car crash last year. (I just re-read and thus remembered that part. JESUS.) Well, at least there’s always THE MONTAUK PLACE for vacationing and bringing crippled, under-aged lasses. This dude's got his technique down to a science - complete with the candy bar in the glove compartment.
Pg. 14Shit, I hate those pesky barrels in the basement - don't you? Hey, Joey - isn't that busted leg still kinda delicate? And here you are, hurtling over barrels, tripping left and right and "frantically running around the house". How is that thing ever gonna heal? Okay, now I AM having flashbacks...
TO BE CONTINUED....
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