Same old thing. No effect. Will pay Arrado's friend two bucks for the two smoked; and turn the rest back. Two bucks out. Maybe worth it to be in Phillipine speakeasy. I speak to Arrado...I don't observe any effects...he smiles...man, you are terrifically under...can't you see it?.....no...but I do know that I am an actor..I can feel it in the deep, wellversed tones n my throat...William Collier...wonderful how I enunciate and how perfectly poised I am in every motion..I get up with cigarette and go over to cuspidor...my stride is perfect..I stand with elbow on electric conduit...should have been on the stage...my real self, the actor, has come out.......long gap.....have been laughing till the tears run out of my eyes. never laughed so much in my life...Arrado laughing too...Have staged the funniest vaudeveille act that could ever be put on....old hop head trying to get last bit of smoke out of hop....his actions could be spread over 30 minutes <act>...I have packed little butts of Muggles in cigarette pipe, pried it out, stuck a pin on it, and gotten it down so low that I can't get my mouth on it...not a thing must be lost...god it is screamingly funny..and worse, I am losing the precious smoke because of bursting with laughter..God, I never laughed so much in my life.....am sick..despeately sick at stomach....I am sick, I tell Arrado...he says, you always do..you always get that way...blackness, sickness. close my eyes....open them Arrado says are you still stick..I say no, sickness entirely gone...he says, it always vanishes in a few seconds.......All idea of time has blown up..even space is scrooey...scrooey, that's what the word was invented

for..to cover a Mug l e drunkness...time and space, all scrooey......God, Arrado, I am seeing things..I would swear I saw a cat just now over there and there is no cat...well, what's the difference..other people have seen things..I'll get over it...he says, no there was a cat there..cat comes out under <t>gable...Thank God...it is a real cat...Oh thank God..it looked so much like a phantom...Wait, Arrado, I will stage you the most wonderful lion hunt you ever saw..see, the ferecoisous beast, lord of the jungle...he shall be driven out of Africa....bang, bang.....lion is only playing possum....he rushes, he claws, daring hunter in danger of death....down lion....pussy, don't roll over..I will shoot you...daring hunter picks up lion and tosses it into saloon...so.....says Arrado, that's a dirty slam at that door...says I...always one must have a note of finality..I was talking kitty language...to a kitty the slam of a door means you're done..get out........I have been looking for hours at that man's coat on that hook, it covers acres, is all coat, coat coat, it is so black, so coaty..everything is that coat...all of a sudden the coat vanishes off into proper perspective and Arrado's voice is creaming into my ears like metal....he says, in an aneermous roar, like metal on glass...you know I tried so hard to get these muggles for you..tried many times....many months...have I contributed in a way to an author's knowledge....dirty little heathen..trying yo make me pay him some enormous sum...maybe ten dollars...I wll play possum....I won't admit that thery're worth anything to me.......time and space is all scrooey now...gone blown up......I have repeated over and over, he says, the same phrase...Boy, that's a bad rdgug....boy, that's a bad drug...he says I do nothing but repeat..but it's all so solemn

you have to repeat....oh God, life is awful... it is fearful. I am dygi from the horror of it...sordid, selfish...can't cry..can't do anything...well, it is all clear now...I see why these terrible crimes are committed...all terrible crimes are committed by drug fiends who wake up next day trembling in jail, and have to hang or to go to the pentitentiary....yes, that's it... I am going to strangle Arrado... there is no reason, it's a drug crime....we are here now...in five minutes I shall be sitting across from him. his head hanging on his neck....the police...East Chicago Avenue....God, what a stinking scandal...Author strangels Phillipino..Christ, what sordidness..what horror... is there any way I can avert it...if only people would come in....there is only us here....in fact, I have strangled him...I am sitting in the cell and the drug is making me relive the events.....I will get ten years...teh long years of prison life...how old will I be...should I kill myself first......I am now insane alright...of a sudden I see it all...hell is mental, in all my life I have never lived through such a mental hell...I have lived a thousand years... a thousand hells....Physical hell nothing.. it is mental..I would rather burn than live in hell and think thoughts as I think them now......God, I wish Arrado was big and could combat me if I strangle him... I am terribly afraid.... I am going out and get a cup of coffee next doors...he says "hey, don't get lost now. Leave your coat here..." I go out... it is raining.... my suit will have to be pressed.. should I go to a doctor and say I am poisoned on cannabic indica.... I am in restaruant... I have been here for a year...drinking a cup of black coffeee...no cups of black coffee... girl says a nieckel, and I pay her 15 cents...am going back... am back in speakseasy with arrado..time and

space all crazy... he is a mean, sordid little wretch... represents the rottones meanest little race in the Paciuific, garbage wagon on<f> all races... he is so hideous... ai never saw such ugliness.. he is so yellow... and he shows a horrible character, he is a snake in snake's clothing..... oh, I am in hell... Arrado, I have lived a thousand hells... a thousand hells.... a thousand hells.... I tell you I am frightened stiff.... there is something sinister in all this, this isn't just a companionable gift to a white friend of a chance to get some muggles.... this is a deep conspiracy...We have been here for hours and hours...he says let's go next door and eat... he's hungry... I am not hungry at all... we adjourn... <words x'd out: "we are in Greek restaurant."> we are looking for Greek restaurnat...listen may, why in Christ's name are we wandering around here for hours this way...... listen, Mr. Keeler, we aren't...it's only a few seconds since we came out....hours... hours...hours....where is this restaurant. where are we going......I see it...listen, damn it, I won't be a victim to this conspiracy.....what conspiracy he says.. what's the use of telling him... if it is, he knows it... he is an agent for a huge drug ring...he has roped me in on some terrible drug that I have a terrible craving for tomrrow and I am lost...lost...lost...he's not taking me to the Greek restaurant... in a moment two armed gunmen will come up, jam me in the ribs with guns. and I will be taken off for a ride to make a great scandal...kidnapping...how Dr. Read will laugh... he doesN8t like kidnappings... God, how cleverly this yellow man worked.... played for months to bring this about....no wonder the toverment gives

these devils a terrible sentence...it's worse than murder to do what has been done to me....we are sitting in Greek restaurant...Listen, Arrado, how many blocks is this resturant from the speakeasy....why Mr. Keeler, you've got a terrible dose...but it does that...it's just a couple of numbers... we spent only a few seconds in coming here.... No, I can't eat... I will eat... I will eat a dish of sliced tomatoes... I am looking abouta at the other diners....business men around Chicago Aven and Clark...ha. business men, shoveing in int..... no, I am insane... we are all insane tonight.... this is a lunatic asylum...X<I> can wait till later and go and speak to the other patients in the regular asylum or I can wander over to some of these people and ask them how they are getting along...insanity...Listen Arrado, we've been here for years... years....years... I feel so old..I feel terribly old beside you... I feel age opporessing me...<word x'd out: "ha"> oh-oh, foxy eh....that woman who just passed out took a glanace at me...detective all right.. can you beat it a woman detective... been spotting me for weeks.. knows that I am a drug firned... I will watch the man..I have seen that man watching me for weeks...he is going byu...have i seen him... I have seen that man a dozen times standing on curbs... he casts a glance at me...defective. both writing up individual notes.....God, I am hunhappy....Oh Arrado, if you only knew what I am going through... you have put me into a thousand hells today... you have added years to my back.... but I won't throw it up to you about the man and woman detective, because you know nothing about them... however, my man, you'll be followed when you get out of here.... you sure crossed my plot time at a bad time tonight..... we are out of the restaurant....can I get home,

Arrado is going to work... I will go to library... I get off Clark stret car at Randolph... I am in library, I spent thousands of hourw traversing each block, and I think I went all over loop.... it is seven thirty.... I will read SUNSET... I have been reading it for hours, turning the pages..but haven't read a thing..nor seen the pictures...well, it's time for the 10 o'clock bell to ring and we'll all be thrown out of here...I catch a look at the big clock..My God.....only teon minutes of eight....I am out on the street again... across from me is the Roosevelt Theatre... a little ahead.. but that was hors ago, I have walked many many blocks...hours ago I passed the Rooseveldt theatre... I look over my right shoulder... there it is, just a few feet in back of me now... I drink lots of orange juice and go home... a thousand miles between each stztion on the L -- but I don't mind riding...when I think it's Belmont, we haven't even reached Chicago avenue.... it's like they pulled the L out like an acrodeon...very horrible... Well, I'm home at last...I will read the 10 story.....Now I can read so clearly... thr type is so black and my brain is so clear... I read two stories andunderstand them better than I ever did in mylife... my cyclophoria doens8't bother me in the least....

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Klinch number $ 4 : Harry says to me "Gee kid you mever saw you look so nice before -- prettitest girl I ever saw in my life ; awful lot nice, says he.  signed HVGK to keep Harry from forging my sig.as before -- which shows that my memory, my inter mug memory so to speak -- is good.

But I really can remeber well and think clearly