Looking back, I remember all the phonies I met at Pencey Prep. I hated that place. But at the same time I kinda miss it, if you want to know the truth. I miss Stradlater, and even old Ackley. I wonder how they’re holding up. It’s been such a long time. They killed me. Stradlater really damn near killed me. I hate that he probably gave old Jane Gallagher the time in that damn Ed Banky’s car. Once …show more content…
I still wonder where they go. I still wonder if some guy comes around in a truck and takes them away. Or if they fly somewhere else. I haven’t had much time to look into it. Been too busy applying myself and all. I remember the time after I left Pencey. I sure as hell don’t want to wander the streets, homeless and cold like those lousy couple of days before I wa supposed to go home. I get paid now. I’m a taxi driver. I hate it, if you want to know the truth. There’s a lot of phonies that get into my cab. All stuck up and snobby. I have my own apartment now. Friends and family aren’t allowed to do anything phony when they visit.
After graduating from that public school, I went to community college. It wasn’t awful, if you want to know the truth. I finished my two years there and never thought about school again. I tried to get a job at a daycare center. I kinda still wanted to be a goddamn catcher in the rye at the time. When I applied, I had to answer questions about my mental health. I had to mention my with the psychoanalyst and my suicidal feelings and all that. I knew I wasn’t going to get the job.
I’m okay now. I really am. I’m not yellow anymore or anything. I’m not a loser. I’m simply Holden