Chapter 20 Drunk

I gave old Sally Hayes a buzz. I had to dial about twenty numbers before I got the right one. Boy, was I blind. I wished to god I hadn’t even phoned her. When I’m drunk, I’m a madman. I stayed in the goddam phone booth for quite a while. I kept holding onto the phone, sort of, so I wouldn’t pass out. I wasn’t feeling to marvellous, to tell you the truth. I didn’t feel too drunk any more when I went outside, but it was getting very cold out again, and my teeth started chattering like hell. I didn’t know where to go. So what I did, I started walking over to the park. Then something terrible happened just as I got in the park. I dropped old Phoebe’s record. It broke into about fifty pieces. I took the pieces out of the envelope and put them in my coat pocket. They weren’t any good for anything, but I didn’t feel like just throwing them away. Then I went in the park. Boy, was it dark.