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- 1919 place. It was too depressing. And I wasn't tired or anything. So I went up to my room and
1920 put on my coat. I also took a look out the window to see if all the perverts were still in
1921 action, but the lights and all were out now. I went down in the elevator again and got a
1922 cab and told the driver to take me down to Ernie's. Ernie's is this night club in Greenwich
1923 Village that my brother D.B. used to go to quite frequently before he went out to
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1924 Hollywood and prostituted himself. He used to take me with him once in a while. Ernie's
1925 a big fat colored guy that plays the piano. He's a terrific snob and he won't hardly even
1926 talk to you unless you're a big shot or a celebrity or something, but he can really play the
1927 piano. He's so good he's almost corny, in fact. I don't exactly know what I mean by that,
1928 but I mean it. I certainly like to hear him play, but sometimes you feel like turning his
1929 goddam piano over. I think it's because sometimes when he plays, he sounds like the kind
1930 of guy that won't talk to you unless you're a big shot.
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