Ziggy leans against my locker:
“Wanna cut class? My
brother’s across the street.”
I say, “Kramer’s giving a test.”
“Like I care.”
“I studied till two.”
“One zero. It’ll average in.”
“I get paid for As.”
Ziggy pops NoDoz and Sleep-Eze.
“Mick would have a fit if he saw you.”
“Who’s going to tell him?”
Not me.
“No one gets it. Enlisting was
like sleeping with some girl.”
I get it, Ziggy.