He was constantly on me about the job that I was to do and the responsibility that I had upon the campus. And how I must be able to carry myself because people were looking.
We used to have a lot of fun. We never had any problems. We always ate. The fact that we didn't have steak? Who had steak?
I always loved running.... It was something you could do by yourself and under your own power.
The lives of most men are patchwork quilts. Or at best one matching outfit with a closet and laundry bag full of incongruous accumulations. A lifetime of training for just ten seconds.
To a sprinter, the hundred-yard dash is over in three seconds, not nine or ten.
It's like having a pet dog for a long time. You get attached to it, and when it dies you miss it.
I'd noticed him watching me for a year or so, especially when we'd play games where there was running or jumping.
The point is not that I don't recognise bad people when I see them I grant you I may quite well be taken in by them the point is that I know a good person when I see one.