I walked back to the hotel because I couldn’t be bothered with another cab driver. I put my hunting hat on and I started to think about my old gloves that someone at Pency swiped, I would of got in this stupid argument with him (like in the movies) and eventually not sock him one. Its not fun to be yellow, but I don’t really care if I lose things.
I got in the mood for a drink walking down the street, I can drink loads and not show it. As I was going into the bar these two guys came up and asked me for directions and I ended up not going in. I got to the hotel and was so depressed I wished I was dead.
When I was in the elevator to elevator boy asked if I wanted a prostitute so I expected. When she came I got so nervous, we only talked in the end anyway, I was too depressed. Maurice, the elevator boy told me it was five for a throw but Sonny, the prostitute say it was ten, but I still only gave her five.
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