it will always be junior high school and quarter of three , they will always be walking up kansas street together to play basketball in jonesy 's driveway ( pete also has a hoop in his driveway but they like jonesy 's better because his father has posted it low enough so you can dunk ) , talking about the same old things : classes and teachers and which kid got into a fuckin pisser with which kid , or which kid is going to get into a fuckin pisser with which kid , whether or not so-and-so could take so-and-so if they got into a fuckin pisser ( except they never will because so-and-so and so-and-so are tight ) , who did something gross lately ( their favorite so far this year has to do with a seventh-grader named norm parmeleau , now known as macaroni parmeleau , a nickname that will pursue him for years , even into the new century of which these boys speak but do not in their hearts actually believe ; to win a fifty-cent bet , norm parmeleau had one day in the cafeteria firmly plugged both nostrils with macaroni and cheese , then hawked it back like snot and swallowed it ; macaroni parmeleau who , like so many junior-high-school kids , has mistaken notoriety for celebrity ) , who is going out with whom ( if a girl and a guy are observed going home together after school , they are presumed to be probably going out ; if they are observed ban in onto hands or suckin face it is a certainty ) , who is going to win the super bowl ( fuckin patriots , fuckin boston patriots , only they never do , having to root for the patriots is a fuckin pisser ) .