The Prostitute’s Trap
I really don’t feel like talking much about Ernie’s. All I can say is that he is nothing more than a big, fat phony. So I’ll tell you about what happened to me when I went back to the hotel that night.
You see, I didn’t really feel like taking another cab to go back. After getting on too many cabs, you just get tired of them and have to walk, so that’s what I did. I walked twelve blocks to go back to the goddamn hotel. Boy was it cold! Freezing cold! I even had to put my hunting hat on, and wished that some goddamn crook hadn’t stolen my gloves back at Pencey. Not that I’d get them back, being Yellow and all for chrissake.
Anyway, I entered the hotel and got on the elevator…
…And that is when the mess started. This elevator guy, Maurice, asked me if I wanted to hire a prostitute, and I said yes. Goddammit! What the hell was I thinking!? Nothing, that’s what! I never think when I’m depressed! Anyway, I got to my room, put on a clean shirt, brushed my teeth in case my breath was putrid, and waited for the prostitute. Her name was Sunny, and she was around my age. In the end, I was too nervous to actually do anything, so we just talked a bit, I paid her, and then she left.
However, It was all a trap. Maurice said it was only five bucks, but he wanted ten! I’d tell you what he did to get the other five, but it’s a painful memory – Literally.
