In any case, I've lined up a job giving back rubs in mid-Park, right near Bethesda Fountain. Not even amateurish, just like, terrible. So anyway, to my way of thinking, NYC is like the biggest freak show in the history of humanity. Everything and everyone seems half-broken. And still people muddle through.
People still fall in love.
I'm going to give him 20 bucks. See if I don't. Unless of course I happen to be broke or in a bad mood or in a hurry or something. I don't know what this is doing here. Jim Thompson's Lost Hollywood Years piece here, but you've probably already read it.