P. Kirby’s Reviews > Give Me Some Truth > Status Update

Jim is so gross. My teenage self with serious daddy issues probably would've been all flattered by his attention, but...ugh, 35-year-old man (with a nasty Burt Reynold's mustache) chasing a 15-year-old girl is several shades of revolting.

Our summer together had given us a new appreciation for the maxi pad, aside from Kenny's gross joke habit of catching Skoal spit with them. We used them to clean hard-to-reach areas and wax the superintendent's car. You peeled the adhesive, slapped them across your palm, and --boom!--instant buffing cloth.

"Adult,. Kind of creepy," Susan finished, shivering. "Soon-to-be-ex or not. At least wait until you're really hanging your clothes in a different closest, before you start scouting for new girls."

Creepy, and how, since he did his scouting in the high school class he was teaching. This novel is chuck-full-of pervs.

I saw sad immigrants taking citizenship tests on TV every year. All these panicking people with number-6 pencils, coloring in bubble tests, hoping to prove they're up to citizenship. The kids in my class, who've been taking social studies for ten years, writing Who LUVS Whoever 4EVR instead of notes, couldn't pass that test.

Jim's creeping me out. Thirty-year-old man crushing on a fifteen-year-old girl. UGH!

There was only one rign. "Okay, they're interested," he said, like I didn't already know the Rez's current version of smoke signals. There were no charges if your party didn't pick up, so a lot of Rez phone calls made were purposely never answered. One ring: Yes. Two: No. And three: Maybe.

Our dad had modified the Rez Shack to the limits of his imagination and wallet. Our "room" was an old Airstream trailer, attached by an enclosed gangplank to a hole cut in the wall.

Where I'm from, you start with the trailer, then add-on rooms made of grey cinder block walls. I used to call it colonia architecture :D

A ton of Indians worked at Lockport, but no one chowed down at that drive-in, not with a name like Custard's last Stand. Besides soft-serve ice cream, their menu was mostly Little Bighorn-themed combos, including the Big Bighorn: a triple Angus beef burger and a bacon-wrapped hot dog, surrounded by sweet potato fries.