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That boy with the faded jeans
(... high school yearbook revisited)

By John Stiles

Sulky is a word for a pouting, fourteen year-old wimp who sits in
his room imagines quibble bibble to say at Inter-School Christian
Fellowship Meetings. He`s a cross little tosser with bandly legs, hides
a dog-eared Bible under his pillow 'mongst eight tracks he`s pinched
from The Box of Delights. To say he is mean sprited, small-eyed
thief is not correct, he`s a scholar of Mad Magazines

and thinks

Desperate Dan is the bees knees. If he ever gets a chance to
chew gum he`ll stick it under a plate. There he`ll let it sit, forever.

If his mother finds it she'll lift stars off his chores list so
he'll have to vaccuum his room and stand in the shadows
in the schoolyard saying things - to himself - like My Mummy
and Your Mummy are friends till your another feller says something and I
call Your Mommy at home

she says

my son would never do that you greasy, good-for-nothing old bat.
Fourteen year-old boys with their hands in the odds and sods bins
at Frenchies can get worked into a lather trying to find an OP T-shirt
or a pair of Converse High Tops. Look out in the middle of the
pack of crowd pleasers on the dancefloor they`ve been wanting to move and groove for a long time, not bad looking for nearing

forty years-old,

some of them have flown half way across the world to take back things they said or scribbled in the High School Yearbook.