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"
Yeah
,
I
know
.
The
thing
is
,
though
,
I
'll
be
up
the
creek
if
I
do
n't
get
it
in
.
Be
a
buddy
.
Be
a
buddyroo
.
Okay
?
"
I
did
n't
answer
him
right
away
.
Suspense
is
good
for
some
bastards
like
Stradlater
.
"
What
on
?
"
I
said
.
"
Anything
.
Anything
descriptive
.
A
room
.
Or
a
house
.
Or
something
you
once
lived
in
or
something
--
you
know
.
Just
as
long
as
it
's
descriptive
as
hell
.
"
He
gave
out
a
big
yawn
while
he
said
that
.
Which
is
something
that
gives
me
a
royal
pain
in
the
ass
.
I
mean
if
somebody
yawns
right
while
they
're
asking
you
to
do
them
a
goddam
favor
.
"
Just
do
n't
do
it
too
good
,
is
all
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
sonuvabitch
Hartzell
thinks
you
're
a
hot-shot
in
English
,
and
he
knows
you
're
my
roommate
.
So
I
mean
do
n't
stick
all
the
commas
and
stuff
in
the
right
place
.
"
That
's
something
else
that
gives
me
a
royal
pain
.
I
mean
if
you
're
good
at
writing
compositions
and
somebody
starts
talking
about
commas
.
Stradlater
was
always
doing
that
.
He
wanted
you
to
think
that
the
only
reason
he
was
lousy
at
writing
compositions
was
because
he
stuck
all
the
commas
in
the
wrong
place
.
He
was
a
little
bit
like
Ackley
,
that
way
.
I
once
sat
next
to
Ackley
at
this
basketball
game
.
We
had
a
terrific
guy
on
the
team
,
Howie
Coyle
,
that
could
sink
them
from
the
middle
of
the
floor
,
without
even
touching
the
backboard
or
anything
.
Ackley
kept
saying
,
the
whole
goddam
game
,
that
Coyle
had
a
perfect
build
for
basketball
.
God
,
how
I
hate
that
stuff
.
I
got
bored
sitting
on
that
washbowl
after
a
while
,
so
I
backed
up
a
few
feet
and
started
doing
this
tap
dance
,
just
for
the
hell
of
it
.
I
was
just
amusing
myself
.
I
ca
n't
really
tap-dance
or
anything
,
but
it
was
a
stone
floor
in
the
can
,
and
it
was
good
for
tap-dancing
.
I
started
imitating
one
of
those
guys
in
the
movies
.
In
one
of
those
musicals
.
I
hate
the
movies
like
poison
,
but
I
get
a
bang
imitating
them
.
Old
Stradlater
watched
me
in
the
mirror
while
he
was
shaving
.
All
I
need
's
an
audience
.
I
'm
an
exhibitionist
.
"
I
'm
the
goddarn
Governor
's
son
,
"
I
said
.
I
was
knocking
myself
out
.
Tap-dancing
all
over
the
place
.
"
He
does
n't
want
me
to
be
a
tap
dancer
.
He
wants
me
to
go
to
Oxford
.
But
it
's
in
my
goddam
blood
,
tap-dancing
.
"
Old
Stradlater
laughed
.
He
did
n't
have
too
bad
a
sense
of
humor
.
"
It
's
the
opening
night
of
the
Ziegfeld
Follies
.
"
I
was
getting
out
of
breath
.
I
have
hardly
any
wind
at
all
.
"
The
leading
man
ca
n't
go
on
.
He
's
drunk
as
a
bastard
.
So
who
do
they
get
to
take
his
place
?
Me
,
that
's
who
.
The
little
ole
goddam
Governor
's
son
.
"
"
Where
'd
ja
get
that
hat
?
"
Stradlater
said
.
He
meant
my
hunting
hat
.
He
'd
never
seen
it
before
.
I
was
out
of
breath
anyway
,
so
I
quit
horsing
around
.
I
took
off
my
hat
and
looked
at
it
for
about
the
ninetieth
time
.
"
I
got
it
in
New
York
this
morning
.
For
a
buck
.
Ya
like
it
?
"
Stradlater
nodded
.
"
Sharp
,
"
he
said
.
He
was
only
flattering
me
,
though
,
because
right
away
he
said
,
"
Listen
.
Are
ya
gon
na
write
that
composition
for
me
?
I
have
to
know
.
"
