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I've just left Pency. It's about goddamned time. That Stradlater, he really get's me going sometimes. He better not have given Jane the time. But I know her like a goddamned book, so she wouldn't have gone for it. She's not that kind of girl. I get why Ackley gets go ruffed up about him. I'm not sure where to go, seeing as I'm not supposed to be home for a few more days and my mom would blow a fuse if she knew I'd gotten kicked out of another school. I passed English, at least. What I'd really like is to give old Jane a call. Or Phoebe. Phoebe knocks me out, but she's be mighty sore if she knew I'd gotten kicked out. I suppose I'll just go to a motel, or try to find something to keep me occupied. I've got this red hunting hat I wear, I love it and Phoebe gets a real kick out of it.
I've got a date with old Sally Hayes soon. I suppose I'm kind if regretting it, seeing as she gives me a pain in the ass. We're going to see the Lunts, and I know she's nuts about them. I've been getting into a bit of trouble I suppose. Some damn prostitute and that Marcus guy. I didn't even use her services, jeez. I bought a record for pld Phoebe, and I'm sure she'll go mad for it. I went by the museum, and boy I sure miss going in there. It's comforting, it never changes. I had a pleasant conversation with a couple of nuns. They reminded me of old Earnest Morrows mother, sweet and not phony at all. I gave them some money, and they really appreciated it. Anyhow, I've got to wait for Sally, and I'm sure I'm going to have to deal with a load of phonies...
I love watching old Phoebe on that carousel. She was pretty sore at me for telling her she can't run away with me, but I think she's over it now. I don't know why I said I would go. I won't though, I promised Phoebe. That date with Sally was a pain in my ass, I knew it would be. She got pretty sore at me, and I probably made it worse when I called her up drunk as hell. I remember sitting in Central Park late that night, wet and freezing, afraid I'd die. I thought of all the obnoxious bastards that would have gone to my funeral. But anyhow, I promised Phoebe I wouldn't leave, and so here I am, watching her ride the carousel. She looks happy as hell. It's starting to pour, at least I've got my red hat.
