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- 1237 didn't even wake up. I lit a cigarette and got all dressed and then I packed these two
1238 Gladstones I have. It only took me about two minutes. I'm a very rapid packer.
1239 One thing about packing depressed me a little. I had to pack these brand-new ice
1240 skates my mother had practically just sent me a couple of days before. That depressed
1241 me. I could see my mother going in Spaulding's and asking the salesman a million dopy
1242 questions--and here I was getting the ax again. It made me feel pretty sad. She bought me
1243 the wrong kind of skates--I wanted racing skates and she bought hockey--but it made me
1244 sad anyway. Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.
1245 After I got all packed, I sort of counted my dough. I don't remember exactly how
1246 much I had, but I was pretty loaded. My grandmother'd just sent me a wad about a week
1247 before. I have this grandmother that's quite lavish with her dough. She doesn't have all
1248 her marbles any more--she's old as hell--and she keeps sending me money for my
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1249 birthday about four times a year. Anyway, even though I was pretty loaded, I figured I
1250 could always use a few extra bucks. You never know. So what I did was, I went down the
1251 hail and woke up Frederick Woodruff, this guy I'd lent my typewriter to. I asked him how
1252 much he'd give me for it. He was a pretty wealthy guy. He said he didn't know. He said
1253 he didn't much want to buy it. Finally he bought it, though. It cost about ninety bucks,
1254 and all he bought it for was twenty. He was sore because I'd woke him up.
1255 When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to
1256 the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't
1257 know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I
1258 liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, "Sleep tight, ya morons!" I'll bet
1259 I woke up every bastard on the whole floor. Then I got the hell out. Some stupid guy had
1260 thrown peanut shells all over the stairs, and I damn near broke my crazy neck.
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