I just stayed at the bar and got drunk. I asked the waiter if he would give someone a message for me, I bet he didn’t, people always let you down. I felt so drunk that I pretended to be shot.
I had my hand under my jacket, trying to conceal he fact that I’m a wounded sonuvabitch. I left and gave Sally a buzz, I tried to apologize for the way I acted.
I dropped phoebes record, "little shirley beans" and it shattered. It was dark in the park. I wasn’t able to make it to Allie’s funeral, I was ill. I then left the park and headed home.
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