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I
got
some
beer
and
took
the
elevator
up
.
I
undressed
,
took
a
shower
,
propped
a
couple
of
pillows
against
the
headboard
of
the
bed
and
sucked
at
the
beer
.
Readings
diminished
me
.
They
were
soul
-
sucks
.
I
finished
one
beer
and
opened
another
.
Readings
got
you
a
piece
of
ass
sometimes
.
Rock
stars
got
ass
;
boxers
on
the
way
up
got
ass
;
great
bullfighters
got
virgins
.
Somehow
,
only
the
bullfighters
deserved
any
of
it
.
There
was
a
knock
on
the
door
.
I
got
up
and
opened
it
a
crack
.
It
was
Tammie
.
She
pushed
in
.
"
I
found
this
dirty
Jew
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
.
He
wanted
$
12
to
fill
the
prescription
!
It
’
s
6
bucks
on
the
coast
.
I
told
him
I
only
had
$
6
.
He
didn
’
t
care
.
A
dirty
Jew
living
in
Harlem
!
Can
I
have
a
beer
?
"
Tammie
took
the
beer
and
sat
in
the
window
,
one
leg
out
,
one
arm
out
,
one
leg
in
,
one
holding
on
to
the
raised
window
.
"
I
want
to
see
the
Statue
of
Liberty
.
I
want
to
see
Coney
Island
,
"
she
said
.
I
got
myself
a
new
beer
.
"
Oh
,
it
’
s
nice
out
here
!
It
’
s
nice
and
cool
.
"
Tammie
leaned
out
the
window
,
looking
.
Then
she
screamed
.
