Thursday, December 26, 2013
our hour of reverie together, real sweet reverie darling, and then as you
know, as I told you and as we agreed, I have to go and see Brierly about
those papers---in the middle of the night strange as it seems and as I
too roughly explained”--(this was a coverup for his rendezvous with
Allen who was still hiding)---“so now in this exact minute I must dress,
put on my pants, go back to life, that is to outside life, streets and
whatnot, as we agreed, it is now one-fifteen and time’s running,
running..” “Well all right Neal , but please be sure and be back at
three.” “Just as I said, darling, and remember not three but
three-fourteen---are we straight in the deepest and most wonderful
depths of ours souls dear darling?” and he went over and kissed her
several times. On the wall was a nude drawing of Neal, enormous dangle
and all, done by Carolyn. I was amazed. Everything was so crazy, and I
still had San Francisco to make. Off we rushed into the night; Allen
joined us in an alley. And we proceeded down the narrowest strangest and
most crooked little city street I’ve ever seen deep in the heart of
Denver Mexican-town. We talked in loud voices in the sleeping stillness.
“Jack,” said Neal, “I have just the girl waiting for you at this very
minute---if she’s off duty” (looking at his watch) “ a nurse Helen
Gullion, fine chick, slightly hung up on a few sexual difficulties which
I’ve tried to straighten up and I think you can manage you fine gone
Daddy you... So we’ll go there at once, throw a pebble; no we’ll ring the
bell; I know how to get in…we must bring beer, no they have some
themselves, and Damn!” he said socking his palm “I’ve just got to get
into her sister Ruth tonight.” “What?” said Allen, “I thought we were
going to talk.” “Yes yes after.” “Oh these Denver doldrums!” yelled
Allen to the sky. “Isn’t he the finest sweetest fellow in the world.”
Said Neal punching me in the ribs. “Look at him, LOOK at him!” And Allen
began his monkeydance in the streets of life as I’d seen him do so many
times everywhere in New York. And all I could say was “Well what the
hell are we doing in Denver?” “Tomorrow Jack I know where I can find you
a job” said Neal reverting to businesslike tones “so I’ll call on you,
soon as I have an hour off from Louanne and cut right into that
apartment of yours, say hello
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