Getting ripped off

As if Dancing with those three dopey girls wasn't enough for one night, when I was headed back up in the elevator to my room the elevator guy offered me a chance to hook up with a 'lady of the night'. And I thought this hotel was rundown with perverts before, now I was certain there was not a normal person here, but I know now that the perverison reaches to the hotel staff too. It's contagious, Stradlater would really fit in here.

I should have said no, but in the end I was dumb enough to say yes, yet I have no clue why. He told me it would cost me five dollars, that is something I remember for sure.

When I waited for her to come to my room, I became really nervous, and when she got there I did not want to do anything at all. I decided I wanted to talk to her instead, but said I was sorry. She was very angry but i learned her name was Sunny, a fake name of course. It was almost as fake as Richard Steele, or whatever phony names I had used since starting off on my trip.

Feeling bad, I decided i would pay her the five dollars anyway, but she insisted it was ten. knowing it was a scam, I refused to pay her anymore and sent her on her way.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up later on, I was greeted by a knock on the door, and opened it to see the elevator boy and Sunny. I guess they were pretty pissed because I had not paid ten dollars. I contiuned to refuse until, Maurice (what a goddamn sissy name) beat me up, and Sunny stole the extra money from my wallet.

Goddamn, I've had about enough nightlfe to last me a life time.

Here is what Sunny looked like, we didn't do anything, honest!

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the lavender room

Tonight, after heading down to the night club to see what sort of phonies were hanging out around there, I sat down next to these three really ugly girls. The blonde was alright, as in the fact that she was not the worst of the three, but the other two were just damn awful looking. The waiter there would not let me have any alcoholic beverages because he did not believe I was old enough to drink. That was the worst, I was forced to order a goddamn coke, a COKE! He would not even put any rum in it.

After awhile of sitting there, I asked the ugly girls to dance, whch led to the blonde one getting up and dancing with me. She sure was a great dancer, even better than some professionals. I danced with her for awhile and then danced with her two friends. The one named Marty was the worst dancer I have ever had the mispleasure of dancing with, and on top of all this, all three of them were so goddamn starstruck for celeberties, that it was like talking to a five year old on a sugar high, they did'nt even seem to litsen to me when I tired to talk to them and I had to practically beat them over the head for answers to my questions.

after everyone was cleared out and they were about to close, I left as well. After all it was awful lonley in that night club without some good company or liquor to drink. So I decided to suck it up, and head back to my crumbly hotel room in the hotel filled with phonies and goddamn perverts.

I included this picture to show what the night club looked like. It is not exactly the same as this one in the picture though. This one is more fancy. It must be for those hotels that have a nicer view than mine does.

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Stradlater.....

Tonight Stradlater came back from his date with Jane, a girl whose name he can't even really get right or remember. I gave him the descriptive essay that he had me write for him for his english class because he is nothing but a jock who needs people that are flunking out of school like me to complete his assignments for him. I decided to wright the essay about my younger brother's baseball glove, because I couldn't think of a good room to describe, like Stradlater wanted me to do. I thought it was pretty great, but Stradlater must have thought it was garbage, since it wasn't about a Goddamn room. I guess I was pretty mad, so when he started yelling at me over it, I yelled back at him. I was angry that he was on a date with Jane just for pleasures and he did not even care about things like whether or not she still played checkers the same way that she used to when i played with her. I started mocking him after that, and he got real mad and puched me right in the Goddamn face.

Maybe I shouldn't be picking fights with bulit, older students than myself, but it still was a great essay, I found this picture of a baseball glove. It does not have the poems written in green ink like Allie had on his but it still looks just the same otherwise.

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