Jane and Loriare not home I’ve been calling them for five hours from the free phone at the Rathskellar sitting in a booth drinking water pretending to read Che I don’t know anyone at the Rat right now which is good I want to hide I feel like people can see I’ve been in the loony bin I’m crazy like the ones that sit in here day and night in their coats and hats staring at the tables dirty clothes paper bags filled with old newspapers I can see it in their eyes like a bucking horse the fear took them over
Nickelsalong the edge of the bar left in payment for the pretzel rods in a big glass jar two for a nickel if I could get those nickels I could buy a Mountain Dew stay up all night make sure no one touches me if I could get enough nickels I could buy half a veggie pita sandwich those alfala
