7037. THE ENTRY-POINT IS EXIT TOO

THE ENTRY-POINT 

IS EXIT TOO

I got up with eyes to boot but crashed into the hallway.

Just like a simple man alone, singing a simple tune at

home. I began thinking again of being very drunk at

Chumley's, when Bobbie would bail me out with

buckets of endless Pale Ale. He'd say that once I

was in there was no better way getting out than by

getting deeper in. India Pale Ale again.

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Those people from Larchmont  -  snakes and drones

each  -  are huddled around that silly wall jukebox again.

Every tune they pick is gross ; the dairy wall along the

back, as well, is filled with courtly daters drinking and

eating their date. Well I'd guess you know what I mean.

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I can't talk, even as I think back on this old episode. Did

you not know, Bobbie Beddia is dead? Poor fellow; died

in the Deutsche Bank fire much later, after surviving, right

next door, that entire Twin Towers debacle. What a shame.

Like firemen sometimes say  -  and it all goes to show (and

Bobbie was the best of them), often in order to get out

you just have to go deeper into the flames.