King Dork - Pg 66

   Normal people freak me out, but I'm not scared of drama people. There are some at Hillmont, of course. They're all right, but they tend to be a bit faux hippie and into "jam bands" and the Grateful Dead and Neil Young, so they remind me of my folks a little too much, and they always seem to be trying too hard to be wacky. The real reason I don't like them, though, is that I know they will never let me into their club. I wouldn't particularly like to be a fourteen-year-old hippie revivalist with embroidered jeans listening to the Dead and playing Man in Auditorium in Our Town by Thornton Wilder. But the fact that they wouldn't accept me even if I did want to be a f.-y.-o. h. r. with e. j. listening to the D. and playing M. i. A. in O. T. by T. W. rubs me the wrong way.
   There is, however, one thing I can guarantee: no drama person has ever beaten anyone up.