Central Park
Old Luce, it sure was hell starting a conversation with him. However, that was nothing compared to what happened to me that night.
After Luce left, I kept getting more and more drunk and waited for the bar’s singers, Tina and Janine, to come out. Instead, a flitty-looking guy came with a new singer – Valencia. She wasn’t good, but at least she was better than Tina and Janine. I tried to ask her to have a drink with me, but she pretended not to see me. Besides, I was getting drunk as hell, so I didn’t think straight. Anyway, when I got really drunk, I started pretending that I was wounded and put my hand on my stomach (Maurice, the crook from 3 posts ago, had hit me there). I also felt like calling Sally, so I paid my check, went to the phone room, and called her. That’s when I started acting like a screwball, but that’s something I don’t like to talk about.
Anyway, after I called Sally, I felt like I was going to faint, so I stayed in the Phone booth a little while longer. Then I went to the men’s room and dunked my head on a bowl of cold water, got my hat, and left towards Central Park.
Then things started to get bad. I accidentally broke a record I had bought for my sister. And if that wasn’t enough, the park was so dark when I got there that I couldn’t see a thing! I almost fell in the lake for chrissake! And to make things worse, I hadn’t dried my head, and there were hunks of ice forming on it goddammit! I started to get afraid of dying of pneumonia, so I decided to visit my sister one “last” time. I’ll talk about that in a later post.
