The cab I got was one of those crappy vomity smelling ones, you know the sort. I always get them, I really do. There was hardly anyone around the streets. Except for a couple all loved up with their arms round each other and all that carp. It killed me. The streets of New York are really very lonely. It’s a very depressing place to be when your on your own.
Anyway I struck up a conversation with the driver. His name was Horwitz. We got talking and I asked the question I ask most people – weather he happened to know where the ducks go in winter. Well, that was a mistake. He started getting all sore about the matter, you know really getting aggressive. I only bloody asked him a simple question. Miserable bastard. He started changing it around to the fish, and that the fish just stay there, I didn’t even mention the goddam fish for chrissake.
So, I arrived at Ernies. It was jam-packed, that place always bloody is. It was full of prep school jerks and those college jerks.
Ernie was playing the piano, he wasn’t even that good. You should’ve heard the crowd when he finished, you would have puked. They were going crazy! You know like those morons that laugh like hyenas at the movies when its not even funny.
They finally got me a stinking table. I couldn’t see a thing from where I was sat, its always the way though in a place like that. I ordered a scotch and soda, its my favourite drink, next to frozen Daiquiris. They never asked for ID in Ernies, they didn’t care if you were 6 or 60 they still served you alcohol.
All of a sudden a girl came up to me. She said she knew my brother D.B. She was asking how he was and all that boring crap, pretending she cared. She was called Lillian Simmons Nobody liked her much, I mean you could tell for a start that the waiters didn’t like her, she stopped in the middle of the walkway so nobody could get past. She had to block up the whole goddam traffic. I don’t think the boy she was with liked her that much either. She asked me if I wanted to join them at their table, I didn’t want to so I had to leave, I told her I was going to meet somebody. So we said our byes then she went back. Me and the Navy lad she was knocking around with said we was glad to have met each other. That killed me. The way you always say your glad to have met someone, and you not glad at all.
So then I had to leave. It makes me extremely mad the way people are always ruining things for you.
Anyway I struck up a conversation with the driver. His name was Horwitz. We got talking and I asked the question I ask most people – weather he happened to know where the ducks go in winter. Well, that was a mistake. He started getting all sore about the matter, you know really getting aggressive. I only bloody asked him a simple question. Miserable bastard. He started changing it around to the fish, and that the fish just stay there, I didn’t even mention the goddam fish for chrissake.
So, I arrived at Ernies. It was jam-packed, that place always bloody is. It was full of prep school jerks and those college jerks.
Ernie was playing the piano, he wasn’t even that good. You should’ve heard the crowd when he finished, you would have puked. They were going crazy! You know like those morons that laugh like hyenas at the movies when its not even funny.They finally got me a stinking table. I couldn’t see a thing from where I was sat, its always the way though in a place like that. I ordered a scotch and soda, its my favourite drink, next to frozen Daiquiris. They never asked for ID in Ernies, they didn’t care if you were 6 or 60 they still served you alcohol.
All of a sudden a girl came up to me. She said she knew my brother D.B. She was asking how he was and all that boring crap, pretending she cared. She was called Lillian Simmons Nobody liked her much, I mean you could tell for a start that the waiters didn’t like her, she stopped in the middle of the walkway so nobody could get past. She had to block up the whole goddam traffic. I don’t think the boy she was with liked her that much either. She asked me if I wanted to join them at their table, I didn’t want to so I had to leave, I told her I was going to meet somebody. So we said our byes then she went back. Me and the Navy lad she was knocking around with said we was glad to have met each other. That killed me. The way you always say your glad to have met someone, and you not glad at all.
So then I had to leave. It makes me extremely mad the way people are always ruining things for you.
1 comment:
Thanks Beth. Great content. Can you jazz it up, like Chris's?
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