13. Five For A Throw!

I walked all the way back to the hotel. Forty one gorgeous blocks. I put on my hunting hat, god I wish I had my gloves me, it was goddam cold as hell. Some sonuvabitch stole them at Pencey, people were always stealing your stuff. I probably wouldn’t have done anything though, if I knew who had them, I’m yellow like that.

Anyway, I got in the elevator to go back up to my room, I didn’t feel much like hanging around in that goddam lobby. I felt so damn depressed, I almost wished I was dead, I really did. The elevator guy asked me if I was innerested in a good time. I didn’t know what the hell he was on about at first, then I realised he meant having a girl over for sex. He said it would cost me 5 bucks a throw and 15 till noon. I said ok, I don’t know why, I was so goddam depressed I didn’t think.

When I got to my room I got changed my clothes and brushed my teeth, I know I didn’t have to get dolled up for a prostitute, but it gave me something to do. A girl arrived, her name was Sunny and she only looked around my age, too young if you ask me. She seemed really nervous and kept jiggling her foot up and down. It made me feel sad as hell, I felt more depressed than sexy.The truth is I didn’t feel much like sleeping with Sunny, so I made up some crumby excuse about having an operation on my ‘clavichord’. That killed me. I gave her the 5 bucks and asked her to leave, she said it was 10, but I told her that the elevator guy said 5 for a throw. After a while she finally left.