What a night.

The weirdest thing happened to me today. If you know me, you know I’m a pretty suave and sexy kind of guy. Maybe not as sexy as someone like Stradlater or some bastard like that, but for a guy my age I’m pretty smooth. I mean I can get drinks when I go out because of my height and the grey hairs I have, and some people say I look like a movie star. Anyway, when I was in the elevator today, the man working the elevator asked me if I wanted to buy a throw with one of his girls. I said I’d have a throw, so he sent up a girl to my room. I was feeling pretty sexy, but when she took off her dress all I felt was depressed and lonely. I don’t know what that means, but I couldn’t go through with it. Her green dress hanging alone in the closet was just so sad looking; I couldn’t help but feel sad for her being a prostitute and all. I paid for a throw, but just let her walk out without earning her money. I didn’t even want the old bag anyway.