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She
took
out
a
little
black
book
.
"
Now
,
let
’
s
see
.
Who
am
I
taking
to
breakfast
?
Elton
John
?
"
"
Isn
’
t
he
in
Africa
.
.
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
’
s
right
.
Well
,
how
about
Cat
Stevens
?
"
"
Who
’
s
that
?
"
"
You
don
’
t
know
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Well
,
I
discovered
him
.
You
can
be
Cat
Stevens
.
"
Donny
brought
the
drink
and
he
and
Dee
Dee
talked
.
They
seemed
to
know
the
same
people
.
I
didn
’
t
know
any
of
them
.
It
took
a
lot
to
excite
me
.
I
didn
’
t
care
.
I
didn
’
t
like
New
York
.
I
didn
’
t
like
Hollywood
.
I
didn
’
t
like
rock
music
.
I
didn
’
t
like
anything
.
Maybe
I
was
afraid
.
That
was
it
-
I
was
afraid
.
I
wanted
to
sit
alone
in
a
room
with
the
shades
down
.
I
feasted
upon
that
.
I
was
a
crank
.
I
was
a
lunatic
.
And
Lydia
was
gone
.
I
finished
my
drink
and
Dee
Dee
ordered
another
.
I
began
to
feel
like
a
kept
man
and
it
felt
great
.
It
helped
my
blues
.
There
is
nothing
worse
than
being
broke
and
having
your
woman
leave
you
.
Nothing
to
drink
,
no
job
,
just
the
walls
,
sitting
there
staring
at
the
walls
and
thinking
.
That
’
s
how
women
got
back
at
you
,
but
it
hurt
and
weakened
them
too
.
Or
so
I
like
to
believe
.
