Monday 16 July 2007

Stradlater's date


Who is your date if it isn't Fitzgerald. I sat down on the washbowl next to him again. That Phyllis Smith babe? I got Bud Thaw's girl's rommate. She knows you. whats her name Jean Gallagher. Boy, I nearly dropped dead when he said that. She practically lived next door to me. She has this big damn Doberman pinscher. She's a dancer, Ballet and all. She used to practise about two hours every day, right in the middle of the hottest weather and all. She was worried that it might make her legs lousy-think and all. I used to play checkers with her all the time. I used to play checkers with her all the time. She wouldn't move any of her kings. What she'd do, when she'd get a king, she wouldn't move it. She'd just leave it in the back row. She'd get them all lined up in the back row. Then she'd never used them. She just liked the way they looked when they were all in the back row. Her mother and father were divorced. Her mother was married again to some booze hound. Skinny guy with hairy legs. He wore shorts all the time. He was supposed to be a playwright or some goddam thing. All he ever did was listen to every goddam mystery program on the radio. And run around the house naked. With Jane around. That really interested him. Stradlater was a very sexy bastard. Only sexy stuff interested him.

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