Flitty Antolini

So I just saw my teacher Mr. Antolini and I never thought that he'd be this perverted. Wow. So first he gave me this stupid advice and then he decides to goddam rub my head while I'm asleep. As if he thinks I wouldn't notice that and wake up and be goddam angry! I mean, he's really a strange guy... and he was calling me strange?! I really never thought this would happen–I hope he doesn't think I want to be in the news for fooling around with my goddam teacher, because I don't. It seems like every time I open a newspaper or go online all I see are these kinds of stories. What's wrong with these students, and the goddam teachers?

His apartment is rather swanky, and his wife seemed sort of nice and all. She was about two hundred years older than he is, though.

Anyway, maybe he wasn't trying to be all flitty. Maybe he was just rubbing my head. But why he would do that, I don't know.

We used to hang out all the time at the West Side Tennis Club, and I never thought I'd end up disliking him so goddam strongly.