Drunk

I sat there after Carl Luce had gone and started getting as drunk as a bastard. I sat there 'til around 1 O'clock. When I was really drunk I started messin' around and pretending that I had a bullet in my gut. I kept putting my hand under my jacket, I was concealing the fact that I was a wounded sonuvabitch. I stumbled outside to a phone booth and gave Old Sally Hayes a buzz. I told that I come over Christmas Day and all and trip the Christmas tree like she asked she just said that I was drunk and should sleep it off. I'm not shure what I did after that. I think I was crying. I started to walk, I don't know where. I felt blue as hell though. Then something terrible happened I broke Old Phoebe's record. It fell out of my pocket and shattered into about fifty pieces. It made me fell terrible. It made me feel as though I'd let Old Phoebe down. I sat down on this bench and started to think. About the ducks mainly. They weren't there. The lake was frozen. Where the hell do the ducks go in winter? Then I started to think about Old Phoebe. What I figured I'd do, I figured that I'd sneak back and see her. I had my key and all. So I decided to do it. I walked all the way. It wasn't too far, I wasn't drunk anymore.