Encounter with Holden!

I walk into the bar clad in jeans and a black shirt. I sit down and grimace to the sight of a young boy, wearing a red hunting hat, drinking alone; he was sitting right next to me, and suddenly I began a conversation.

“Hey, I’m Matthew.” I said in an affable manner.

“Hi, my name is Holden Caulfield.” He said in a drunken way.

“So what school do you got to?”I asked “, Seems like you are already out in vacation.”

“I used to go to Pencey Prep.”

“Oh so you graduated from Pencey Prep?”

“No, they gave me the “ax” once again.” Judging by the way he said, “once again” I think this hasn’t been the first school he has been kicked out of. Then out of stupidity I asked him why they expelled him from Pencey Prep. This was the worst error of my life, because he suddenly began an interminable tirade of how every in that schools were morons (and he was the one who was kicked out), and how he thought almost every man in the bar were flits.
Holden spontaneously changed the subject leaving me confused on what he actually meant. He kept talking really loud, at the point of shouting, and when you pointed that out to him he would deny it. It was like if he didn’t even notice himself yelling. This was beginning to rankle me, but I kept a serene disposition.
“Hey do you think those guys over there are flits?” he asked

“How am I supposed to know” I said “, hey I have an idea! Why don’t you go ask them!?” yeah it was pretty slovenly and obnoxious, but I got tired of him. Then I noticed that he had begun to abhor me, and suddenly turned his hunting hat a bit and began to demean me. I endeavored to keep my anger from coming out and I warned Holden to calm down. Then I got pissed, got up, and left the bar leaving him with the unfortunate bartender who has to talk to him.