I want to be Holden Caulfield's best friend. He and I are no different from one another. Two troubled teenagers with shattered innocence, our purity has stripped away by trauma and neglect. He is a sad fellow creature of the earth and I would like to hold his hand and walk down Central Park with him. There, he could demonstrate his knowledge of the city and I could reassure him that the ducks will come back. We could be old friends, Holden and me. Phoebe would be skating with the other kids and we'd sit back and watch her and smile. We'd talk about life and criticize the phonies and appreciate the underdogs. Holden and I would make the best of friends.
