u have to realize my boy, that u're dealing with cut-throats, with cannibals, only they're dressed up, shaved, perfumed.
the best thing for u to do now is to get urself a frosted chocolate and when u sit at a soda fountain keep ur eyes peeled and forget about a destiny of a man because u might find urself a nice lay.
the street is like a bad breath, the next street is the same.
i find a piece of chewing gum in my pocket - i chew it. i chew for the sake of chewing.
the stoop is comfortable and nobody is bothering me. i am part of the world, of life, as they say, and i belong and i don't belong.
i come to the same conclusions i always come to when i have a minute to think for myself.
either i must go home immediatly and start to write or i must run away and start a wholly new life.

and so i strech myself.
and so i spit out the gum.