I’m not an idiot, Kenji. I have reasons for the things I say.â€
“Yeah, and maybe I’m just saying that you have no idea what you’re saying.â€
“Whatever.â€
“Don’t whatever me—â€
“Whatever,†I say again.
“Oh my God,†Kenji says to no one in particular. “I think this girl wants to get her ass kicked.â€
“You couldn’t kick my ass if I had ten of them.â€
Kenji laughs out loud. “Is that a challenge?â€
"It’s a warning,†I say to him.
“Ohhhhhh, so you’re threatening me now? Little crybaby knows how to make threats now?â€
“Shut up, Kenji.â€
“Shut up, Kenji,†he repeats in a whiny voice, mocking me.
WE two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,
threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on
the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness
chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.