When I finally got off that Goddam train, it felt like years that I was on there. I didn't know how much longer I could lie to my classmate's mother, so I'm glad I got off when I did. Once I got to New York City, I went to buzz someone but couldn't decided who would want to hear from me. So instead, I thought I better just flag down a cab and find somewhere to spend the night.
I was just trying to make small talk with the cab driver. He didn't seem very interested in any of it. He was nice enough, corny as hell though, but aren't they all?
"You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over?
What the hell is wrong with this kid?
The cab driver finally dropped me off at a hotel downtown, it wasn't gorgeous but it would do. This old bellboy with the worst hair cut I'd ever seen lead me to this crumby room. There was nothing to do in my room and I didn't have anywhere to go so I just stood there and looked out my window. The view from my window was of another part of the hotel filled with perverts in every room, none of them even bothered to pull their shades down. You'd never believe the things I saw! It was absolutely disgusting. I had to get out of that room, anything to avoid watching this junk.
Eventually, I went down to the lobby and heard a band playing in The Lavender Room, I went in to check it out. I asked the waiter to bring me some rum but the moron said he couldn't unless I had some ID to prove I was 21. The place was filled with old people except for the table next to me had three girls who looked about 30. Two of them were ugly but the blonde one was alright. I asked them to dance and they all started giggling. I'm not joking, they were morons, all of them! Finally, the blonde one got up and man could she dance. Girls are tricky like that sometimes. Even if they aren't the prettiest, they do one nice thing and I fall in love with them.
THE LAVENDER ROOM
The Lavender Room was shutting down and those three phoney girls told me they had to wake up early the next morning. So, I called another cab.
My new cab driver, Horwitz, was a nice enough guy, very impatient fella though. He didn't seem to like all my questions or that I was going to the bar so young.
Horwitz, where do those ducks in Central Park go in the winter?
How the hell should I know?
I went to another bar called Ernie's and it was jam packed full of collage students who were already on winter break. There was Ernie playing the piano. It sounded God awful but when he finished everyone in the whole place started going wild, bunch of phoneys I tell you. Then I sat down and ordered a Scotch and soda. At this place it didn't matter how old you were, as long as they were making money. I sat there for a while listening to two of the most boring conversations I had ever heard in my Goddam life. Just then, one of the girls my brother D.B. used to go around with came running over to me. We had this big, long, phoney conversation about D.B. She asked why I was alone, I didn't want to have to talk to her any longer so I said I was just leaving to meet someone.