When I was on my way out to the lobby I got old Jane Gallagher on the brain again. Once she was on I could never get her off. So I sat down in the lobby, and thought about her and Stradlater sitting in that goddam car – I was pretty damn sure old Stradlater hadn’t given her the time. I know Jane like a book.
So, I was thinking about how I first met Jane, and how we nearly got close to necking one time. Every time I thought about her and Stradlater it drove me crazy. I don’t even like to talk about it if you want the truth.
I wasn’t tired or anything so I went upstairs to get my coat. Then I caught a cab to Ernies, a nightclub where D.B used to go a lot, before he went to Hollywood and prostituted himself.
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