Run Away

At two O'clock I met Old Sally at the Biltmore Hotel. She was 10 minutes late. But she looked terrific, she really did. So I could forgive her. I told her we were seeing 'The Lunts' she thought it 'Grand.' Grand now there's a word I really can't stand. It's so phoney. The show wasn't that bad. It was about 5 millions years into the life of this couple. After the phoney show me and Old Sally stook around for a bit. She started chatting to this phoney bastard from Andover, who loved the show. I didn't feel much like talking. We went Ice Skating afterwards. I didn't really want to do that much either if I;m telling the truth. I just wanted to see Old Sally in a minni-skirt that showed of her ass. She had a very cute ass.

After the ice skating we went for a coffee and she watch the skaters for a while. I then started to chew the fat with her. I'm not shure what happened after that. I started partly ranting and partly speaking in my normal voice. I was going on about all the phonies and all, and how I wanted to get the hell out of New York I asked her to come with me. She went mad. You could tell that I had embarassed her. We both hated each others guts by the end of the day. I told her that she could be a right pain in thr ass sometimes. Boy, did she hit the ceiling when I told her that one. I'm not kidding, she really did. I tried to make it up to her by offering to take her home and all, but by that time she was crying. I ended up leaving without her. Prior to that I had asked her to run away woth me. That's the terrible part. I actually meant it. I swear to God I'm a madman.