Charlie was glad he hadn't been scolded for that. He half expected it. It seemed the adults in his time were a bit stricter. It was nice to see how things had changed. In more ways than one.
"We read poems, read our own... let the moment take us wherever it took us" he explained. "Passionate experimentation" he added. "Mr Keating said... that it wasn't about being a Greek organisation, it was deeper than that... And he was right. He said, poetry dripped from their tongues like honey, women would swoon" he grinned. "We discovered things about ourselves we never thought possible for one" he said, picking up the matches and the pack of smokes, tapping one loose. "You don't mind if I?" he asked. Testing the water really...