At the Penn Station,I wanted to call someone but I couldn't think of anyone to call. My brother, D. B was in Hollywood, my sister Phoebe shes really young and probably asleep. I didn't have one to talk too. I just didn't feel like calling Jane Gallagher or the other girl Sally Hayes. I remember that her mother hated me. So, I decide to take a cab to the Edmont Hotel. I tried to make a conversation with the driver, asking him where the ducks in the Central Park lagoon go in the winter, but I guess the driver wasn't interested on hearing me talk. In my room at the Edmont, I looked out across the hotel courtyard into the lighted windows on the other side and discover a variety of bizarre acts taking place. One man was dress up in a women’s cloth, and in the other room a man and a woman were taking turns on spitting mouthfulls of their drinks into each others face. I thought that person was weird spitting mouthfuls at the girl that was just not respectably for her. I started to feel nasty and bad, so I start to call prostitute . I called a girl that boy I met at a party told me about. I tried to make a date with her. But she refuses, Saying she needed her beauty sleep. But I guess she offered me to meet each other next day. I didn't want too so I just hang up without telling her anything.
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