I felt like giving somebody a buzz.

When I got off the train and Penn station, I felt like giving somebody a buzz. As soon as I got inside the phonebooth, I couldn't think of anybody to call up. D.B. was in Hollywood, Phoebe would be in bed, so I couldn't call them up. And I didn't want my parents to pick up, so that one was out. I thought of calling up old Jane Gallagher's mum, to ask when Jane's vacation starts. But I didn't feel like it. I thought of calling up this girl i know called Sally Hayes. And I knew she would be at home because she had already wrote me this long letter asking if I would come up to her house and decorate the Christmas tree with her on Christmas Eve. But I was scared that her mother would answer the phone because she knew my parents rather well and would tell them. I could imagine what my mother would of been like if she knew I was in New York. Also, Mrs Hayes didn't like me very much and told Sally I had no direction in life. In the end I didn't call anyone up.
I caught a cab from the station and went to a hotel. All of a sudden I asked the cab driver if he knew where the ducks went in the winter, but he was a kinda wiseguy, so he just thought I was winding him up.
When I arrived at Edmont Hotel, in the cab I put on my hunting hat, just for the hell of it, but I took it off before I went inside because I didn't want to look like a screwball or something. Which is really ironic, I didn't know the hotel was full of goddam perverts and morons. I was in a crumby little room with a rubbish view, out onto the other side of the hotel, and I looked across and some very strange sights, I saw a man, who pulled aload of womens clothes out of his case, and put them on and he was walking around like a woman. Then in the room almost right of his, there were this man and woman and they were squirting water out of their mouths at eahc other, it was probably highballs, but I couldn't see what they had in their glasses. I bet if I told old Stradlater about it, he would be on the first train down here, because he would have loved it, he would of been the King of the hotel! I was probably the only normal person in the entire hotel!
I really wanted to call up Jane, but it was too late. I was feeling horny aswell, and all of a sudden, I got this idea of calling up this address a guy I met last summer at a party gave me, and I finally found it. It was the address of a girl that was up for stuff, but wasn't exactly a whore. She used to be a burlesque stripper. Her name was Faith Cavendish. So I rang her up, and talked a while about the guy, Eddie that gave me the address. She wasn't up for anything because it was the middle of the night and she needed her "beauty sleep" .