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"
Why
do
n't
you
go
home
,
Mac
?
How
old
are
you
,
anyway
?
"
"
Eighty-six
.
Listen
.
Give
her
my
compliments
.
Okay
?
"
"
Why
do
n't
you
go
home
,
Mac
?
"
"
Not
me
.
Boy
,
you
can
play
that
goddam
piano
.
"
I
told
him
.
I
was
just
flattering
him
.
He
played
the
piano
stinking
,
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
.
"
You
oughta
go
on
the
radio
,
"
I
said
.
"
Handsome
chap
like
you
.
All
those
goddam
golden
locks
.
Ya
need
a
manager
?
"
"
Go
home
,
Mac
,
like
a
good
guy
.
Go
home
and
hit
the
sack
.
"
"
No
home
to
go
to
.
No
kidding
--
you
need
a
manager
?
"
He
did
n't
answer
me
.
He
just
went
out
.
He
was
all
through
combing
his
hair
and
patting
it
and
all
,
so
he
left
.
Like
Stradlater
.
All
these
handsome
guys
are
the
same
.
When
they
're
done
combing
their
goddam
hair
,
they
beat
it
on
you
.
When
I
finally
got
down
off
the
radiator
and
went
out
to
the
hat-check
room
,
I
was
crying
and
all
.
I
do
n't
know
why
,
but
I
was
.
I
guess
it
was
because
I
was
feeling
so
damn
depressed
and
lonesome
.
Then
,
when
I
went
out
to
the
checkroom
,
I
could
n't
find
my
goddam
check
.
The
hat-check
girl
was
very
nice
about
it
,
though
.
She
gave
me
my
coat
anyway
.
And
my
"
Little
Shirley
Beans
"
record
--
I
still
had
it
with
me
and
all
.
I
gave
her
a
buck
for
being
so
nice
,
but
she
would
n't
take
it
.
She
kept
telling
me
to
go
home
and
go
to
bed
.
I
sort
of
tried
to
make
a
date
with
her
for
when
she
got
through
working
,
but
she
would
n't
do
it
.
She
said
she
was
old
enough
to
be
my
mother
and
all
.
I
showed
her
my
goddam
gray
hair
and
told
her
I
was
forty-two
--
I
was
only
horsing
around
,
naturally
.
She
was
nice
,
though
.
I
showed
her
my
goddam
red
hunting
hat
,
and
she
liked
it
.
She
made
me
put
it
on
before
I
went
out
,
because
my
hair
was
still
pretty
wet
.
She
was
all
right
.
I
did
n't
feel
too
drunk
any
more
when
I
went
outside
,
but
it
was
getting
very
cold
out
again
,
and
my
teeth
started
chattering
like
hell
.
I
could
n't
make
them
stop
.
I
walked
over
to
Madison
Avenue
and
started
to
wait
around
for
a
bus
because
I
did
n't
have
hardly
any
money
left
and
I
had
to
start
economizing
on
cabs
and
all
.
But
I
did
n't
feel
like
getting
on
a
damn
bus
.
And
besides
,
I
did
n't
even
know
where
I
was
supposed
to
go
.
So
what
I
did
,
I
started
walking
over
to
the
park
.
I
figured
I
'd
go
by
that
little
lake
and
see
what
the
hell
the
ducks
were
doing
,
see
if
they
were
around
or
not
,
I
still
did
n't
know
if
they
were
around
or
not
.
It
was
n't
far
over
to
the
park
,
and
I
did
n't
have
anyplace
else
special
to
go
to
--
I
did
n't
even
know
where
I
was
going
to
sleep
yet
--
so
I
went
.
I
was
n't
tired
or
anything
.
I
just
felt
blue
as
hell
.
