Heading for New York
Before any of you post any comments, I know I wrote that I didn’t feel like talking about the rest of that day, but now I fell like talking about one more part of that day: when I took a Train to New York.
You see, it was Saturday, and I wasn’t supposed to be home ‘till Wednesday, and like hell I wanted to be yelled at any sooner. When I was going to leave my room, I decided what I’d do. I’d take a train to New York and rest in a very inexpensive hotel until Wednesday, and I’d return home all fresh and relaxed. Boy, did I need that! I mean, I got in a fight with my roommate Stradlater and all. My nerves were pretty shot. Anyway, I packed my things and left Pencey Prep for good
Anyway, I got on this train at the station. I even took a picture of it to remember the moment.
Funny thing is, I can usually read one of those phony novels people love so much while I’m on a train, but I didn’t feel like it that night.
Anyway, I got to talk with the mother of one of the most annoying bastards at school, and my classmate for chrissake: Ernest Morrow. She was a pretty nice woman, actually. I even felt sorry about giving her a false name (the name of my dorm’s janitor) instead of my real name. My nose started bleeding during the conversation (a wound from my fight with Stradlater) and she was worried about it, so I told her that someone had chucked a very icy snowball at me. She even invited me to visit Ernest on summer, but I didn’t go. I would never visit a sonuvabitch like Ernest, not even for all the money in the world.
