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to spend $6.50, and, anyway, I've always suspected that if I did punch the requisite button
(which was worn to a nubbin, I can tell you), the next day a bellboy would confront me
with a computer printout and tell me that if I didn't give him fifty dollars he would send a
copyoftheroomreceipttpmymotherwith“Miscellaneouscharges:DeviantPornoMovie,
$6.50″ circled in red. So instead I lay on the bed and watched a rerun on normal television
of “Mr. Ed,” a 1960s comedy series about a talking horse. Judging by the quality of the
jokes, I would guess that Mr. Ed wrote his own material. But at least there was nothing in
it that would get me blackmailed.
And thus ended my day in New York, the most exciting and stimulating city in the world.
I couldn't help but reflect that I had no reason to feel superior to my fellow lonely hearts
in the strip tease club twenty floors below. I was just as lonesome as they were. Indeed, all
over this big, heartless city there were n0 doubt tens 0f thousands 0f people just as solitary
and friendless as me. What a melancholy thought.
“But I wonder how many of them can do this?” I remarked to myself and with my hands
and feet reached out and touched all four walls at once.
