chapter thirty masked confusion ddbunking classes again and grades will show it , but no one flunks out of this place and the adventure is worth itborrowed turtles car and drove downleft him a doorknob cadeau and then connected w/him when he went 2 the libraryplopped a big clue on his plate , but he remains cluelessnervous , slow 2 play , 2 politei sat on a bench by the h2o and got pretty sad and even angrier that 25 % of me is him1 out of 4 times i go left , its because of himi hate spidersmamasan doesnt mind them4 all i know , grandmother ate themhows he feeldo 8 leg fuzzies freak him out ? he looks guilty and acts guiltyis that another of his gifts ? if so , im not 2 impressed w/the package so farhow can i be a of him and he cant tell ? they say a mom can pick out her newborns cry in a nursery full of screaming babiesbut grampy doesnt even get a twinge when almost 30 # s of his own dna is standing in front of him ? - obtuseabstrusesat on the bench flicking treat-size pieces of a stick at the duckseven they wised up after awhilewondering whether to say goodby to his-tory and saddle up or go blasting through his front door , ax in hand , yelling , grampy , honey , im homelove melearn me hold meearn meim feeling like im the only kid in amerika left w/all the 60s diseasesanomie , angst , dis-affected , disenfranchised , over-existentialatedeverybody my age is 2 busy downloading songs and fighting infections from their piercings and tattoos to even guess that life , life , might sucksometimes i think i just want to claim my seat.hey , lex , lux of my life , im yours .