Forty One Blocks

I walked all the way back to the hotel. Forty-one gorgeous blocks. I didn't do it because I like walking, it was more because I didn't want to get into another crumby cab. I wished I hadn't had my gloves stolen at Pencey. Even though I probably wouldn't have got them back. I'm pretty yellow. I'll always think I'm gonna sock a guy in the jaw, but I never do. I hate being so yellow. It's no excuse though, it really isn't. The more I thought about my gloves and yellowness the more depressed I got. When I got back to the hotel I was approached by a pimpy looking guy in the lobby, he offered me some tail. Said 5 for a throw or 10 for the night. So I took a throw. I was feeling pretty sexy until she turned up, then I felt pretty lousy. We talked then I gave her 5 bucks. She wanted ten and was getting funny, buy I only gave her 5.