I'm Not Crazy

~20~ The Devil you know.

"Speak of the Devil and the horns will appear." ~ Giovanni Torriano (1666)

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Tuesday - June 2

Today is officially day one of our suspension sabbatical from school. So true to my word, I am attempting to establish a school study regimen. I wake up at the regular time, then do my online time until its time to eat breakfast with the rest of the savages in the Madhouse. As soon as feeding time atthe zoo is over everyone leaves for school and work. After which Billy and I start studying on the same schedule as our classes. Well, at least I study anyways? Billy seems to just mainly draw screaming FTW skulls on every page of his textbooks.

After three solid hours of hitting the books, we take lunch together out on the back porch, overlooking the weed garden. With its hard-packed rabbit trails that lead through the blackberry bramble to the wilderness beyond the backyard. Today I make us a simple lunch of wrap style ham & cheese sandwiches and a side salad. Which of course Billy politely kills with more ranch dressing than I thought humanly possible.

Since our big brawl in the hall, Billy is still somewhat cool towards me. But he does seem slightly less a little distant and detached than before. Unlike yesterday's talk-fest in the office, our conversation today is limited to Billy sticking to the bare basics of civilized conversation required to eat.

"Thanks for lunch." He grunts over at me politely.

I reply in kind with the standard,"You're welcome."

I attempt to inquire, "So how is your studying is going? Is there anything that I can help you with?"

"Yeah, that's WTF whatever." He shrugs my offer off politely.

Although in all fairness he does ask how my fist is feeling. "How's the slap hand?"

I respond back in kind with, "Okay, the frozen peas seemed to help."

"Yeah, go peas." He merely nods along to ensure his hair remains in his eyes. Then adds his standard "Crazy cool". Which I take to mean, that our fight was crazy cool and not me personally.

So that is pretty much the extent of our lunchtime conversation. One of the things that I've started to notice about Billy is that he tends not to participate in casual conversation. Especially if it's not about sports stuff or murdering Tommy in his sleep? Seeing that those are the things he seems to be the most interested in talking about.

After lunch, Billy leaves me to work on his art project in the garage. Apparently, his artistic creative process requires a lot of very loud heavy metal music and intermittently hitting things violently with hammers. So I sit out on the back porch in the shade, rereading To Kill a Mocking Bird. Highlighting some of the more important sections for our final exam in English.

When it's about time for school to be out, I take a break and start to put together an antipasto snack platter for everyone. So we have something to sack on whenever Connie finally remembers to drag Stevie home from hell. Where the three of us sit around the dining room table snacking and catching up on the day.

I copy Stevie's copious class notes for the day. Whereas Stevie gossips incessantly about everything that has happened at school since we left. Obviously, most of the rumors and gossip are about us getting suspended after our big "Slap Fight" in the hallway.

According to Stevie, the prevailing theory is that both Billy and I are doing a lot of drugs. So we are probably going to be sent to one of those special Children's Cliniques. Where they fix fucked up kids to make them be nice again. Albeit with lots and lots of electric shock therapy. Something that both Billy and Stevie seem to find highly amusing for some strange savage reason.