"Uh huh," said the wealthy young man whose name I already knew was Greeley Jepperson. I had been buying Washington newspapers for two weeks. He crosse... his ankles, restored his sunglasses and cocked his head, examining me in the way you might study a car you were thinking about buying. "You know him?" he said to the dark-jowled man on his right. He never asked my name so they must have been talking about me before I mounted the steps. Nobody asked me to sit.The fellow in the wrinkled trousers. My mom had agreed to do the party at home. At 5 pm everyone started coming to my home. They all greeted my mom and came to my room. I heartily invited them. We had got some soft drinks and some snacks. We started enjoying the party. We were discussing about the studies and college days.And we all were having a good time. Then my friends started talking about their girl friends and their sex life. For some time i heard them and then i got excited. By the time out drinks have finished. I stood up. ..and so at least they'd be intimidated. Perhaps Giles had a long-standingresentment against blue collar boys because the kids on the stickball team usedto make fun of poor Giles when Mummy'd send him to violin practice in hislittle velveteen suit, and once one of the guys saw Mummy giving Giles hisenema...and the whole of 48th Street knew about it the next day...and Giles'sname was Douche-bag for months...until he'd gone off to prep school. Giles got annoyed with theargument. "Well, these. My leg is hurting so badly I can hardly walk. I have been sitting on the hard benches in the park for the last two hours and my ass hurts also. I return to my parent's house and walk into my old bedroom. Crap, did I leave all this stuff here? What a mess. But at the same time it is a comfortable mess. I relax. I feel at home, at peace."INCOMING, INCOMING," I shout. I roll from the bed and look wildly around for my rifle. Ohshitwherethehellismyweapon? I can see bright light streaming in a window.