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C'mon then. let's have that trip to New York;
we'd have a wonderful time. You could look
for old windmills and I could tilt at them. Just
like Sancho Panza, that's me. I'll chuck you
a pear from old Stuyvesant's tree, and you
could write letters and send them to me.
Hey, Franky Number two, there's a car in the
alley I cannot recognize. A Rover 2000? Is
it that guy's, what's his name, the artist?
I forget. There's frost on the windows and
it's in need of a wash, but it's cool enough
just as it is. 1967? Worth some dough.
One time I was watching, from the street
below, where I was sitting - on one of
those iron water spouts that used to stick
out from the older buildings - and about
three floors up, in the bright-lit windows,
some girl was taking off her clothes. Yeah,
just like that, no curtains, no nothing; and
without a care in the world. What else could
we do, yeah, we all just sat and watched.
Most of this life is hit and miss. Some things
travel well, others don't. Sometimes you're
very well-prepared, and other times, it's
like you just woke up.