I remembered how my father used to come home each night and talk about his job to my mother. I turned and continued walking down the street. In the gloom the objects appeared to be clams. They had hammers with which they pounded objects in front of them.
There was a long table with men and women standing on both sides of it. Over his shoulder I could see a large dark room. As I approached the center of the block there was a man standing outside the doorway of a shop. I went out on the street, as usual, one day and strolled along. I found a dirty cafe with a dirty proprietor, but you got a big breakfast-hotcakes, grits, sausage-for very little. I only ate one meal a day so my money would last longer. I stayed in my room at night and drank wine and looked at the faces in the bar while my money ran out. There were some rough faces in that bar, some interesting faces.
From my room I could see through the open bar doors and into the bar. I was in a room on the second floor across from a bar. Her laughter followed me down the street. I backed down the pathway to the sidewalk. As I did I noticed a side curtain on a window to my left move just a bit. I picked up my suitcase and began to approach her up the walk. She had her legs crossed high and she kicked her feet she had nice legs, high heels, and she kicked her legs and laughed. " How’d you like a piece of ass, poor white trash?"
A high yellow was sitting on the porch steps swinging her legs. As I walked along in the rain the shoepolish on the suitcase ran and unwittingly I rubbed black streaks on both legs of my pants as I switched the suitcase from hand to hand. I had tried to solve that by putting black shoepolish over the exposed cardboard. It had once been black but the black coating had peeled off and yellow cardboard was exposed. I had a cardboard suitcase that was falling apart. I didn’t know where the rooming houses were, where the poor section was. I sat around in the bus station for a while but the people depressed me so I took my suitcase and went out in the rain and began walking. I arrived in New Orleans in the rain at 5 o’clock in the morning.
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