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"
Yeah
.
"
It
was
pretty
dark
,
and
I
stepped
on
somebody
's
shoe
on
the
floor
and
damn
near
fell
on
my
head
.
Ackley
sort
of
sat
up
in
bed
and
leaned
on
his
arm
.
He
had
a
lot
of
white
stuff
on
his
face
,
for
his
pimples
.
He
looked
sort
of
spooky
in
the
dark
.
"
What
the
hellya
doing
,
anyway
?
"
I
said
.
"
Wuddaya
mean
what
the
hell
am
I
doing
?
I
was
tryna
sleep
before
you
guys
started
making
all
that
noise
.
What
the
hell
was
the
fight
about
,
anyhow
?
"
"
Where
's
the
light
?
"
I
could
n't
find
the
light
.
I
was
sliding
my
hand
all
over
the
wall
.
"
Wuddaya
want
the
light
for
?
...
Right
next
to
your
hand
.
"
I
finally
found
the
switch
and
turned
It
on
.
Old
Ackley
put
his
hand
up
so
the
light
would
n't
hurt
his
eyes
.
"
Jesus
!
"
he
said
.
"
What
the
hell
happened
to
you
?
"
He
meant
all
the
blood
and
all
.
"
I
had
a
little
goddam
tiff
with
Stradlater
,
"
I
said
.
Then
I
sat
down
on
the
floor
.
They
never
had
any
chairs
in
their
room
.
I
do
n't
know
what
the
hell
they
did
with
their
chairs
.
"
Listen
,
"
I
said
,
"
do
you
feel
like
playing
a
little
Canasta
?
"
He
was
a
Canasta
fiend
.
"
You
're
still
bleeding
,
for
Chrissake
.
You
better
put
something
on
it
.
"
"
It
'll
stop
.
Listen
.
Ya
wan
na
play
a
little
Canasta
or
do
n'tcha
?
"
