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"
You
made
an
ass
out
of
yourself
.
You
generally
always
make
an
ass
out
of
yourself
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
’
generally
always
’
?
"
"
You
’
re
just
a
lousy
drunk
,
"
Lydia
said
.
"
Take
a
warm
shower
.
"
She
hung
up
.
I
walked
over
to
the
bed
and
stretched
out
.
It
was
a
nice
motel
room
but
it
lacked
character
.
I
’
d
be
damned
if
I
’
d
take
a
shower
.
I
thought
of
turning
on
the
t
.
v
.
I
slept
finally
.
.
.
There
was
a
knock
on
the
door
.
Two
bright
young
college
boys
stood
there
,
ready
to
take
me
to
the
airport
.
I
sat
on
the
edge
of
the
bed
putting
on
my
shoes
.
"
We
got
time
for
a
couple
at
the
airport
bar
before
take
-
off
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Sure
,
Mr
.
Chinaski
,
"
one
of
them
said
,
"
anything
you
want
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
"
I
said
.
"
Then
let
’
s
get
the
fuck
out
of
here
.
"
I
got
back
,
made
love
to
Lydia
several
times
,
got
in
a
fight
with
her
,
and
left
L
.
A
.
International
late
one
morning
to
give
a
reading
in
Arkansas
.
I
was
lucky
enough
to
have
a
seat
by
myself
.
The
flight
captain
announced
himself
,
if
I
heard
correctly
,
as
Captain
Winehead
.
When
the
stewardess
came
by
I
ordered
a
drink
.
I
was
certain
I
knew
one
of
the
stewardesses
.
She
lived
in
Long
Beach
,
had
read
some
of
my
books
,
had
written
me
a
letter
enclosing
her
photo
and
phone
number
.
I
recognized
her
from
the
photo
.
I
had
never
gotten
around
to
meeting
her
but
I
called
her
a
number
of
times
and
one
drunken
night
we
had
screamed
at
each
other
over
the
phone
.
