"the spilling out and tumbling of words..."

jim tenenbaum, gentle jimmy t they called him, he lived off of larson and smith just outside of terrence, indiana. he spent most of his time at home with his mother, his sick mother who never really got out of bed save for when she had to do the dirty deeds and jimmy would have to come upstairs and see if mother needed a hand but usually she didnt because she didnt like jim seeing her the way she was anyway but jim didnt mind he just spent his time in his room reading and listening to his songs and writing and he was a good writer and his teacher told him he was a good writer but jim never really thought much about it but i guess it was because he liked reading more than writing maybe he thought the writers he read were better than him so he never really had the confidence. i guess you could say that. but he'd write anyway and he'd write about heroes and he'd write about girls but mostly he'd read and he'd usually read the same kind of books his father read even though he had left a long time ago but he left behind most of the books he had, books about wars and about mysteries and about things like that and he never really read anything else but that unless his teachers made him but that was only for class.