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FC: Holden's Travels | By Abby Cianciolo

1: So I started here at good old Pencey Prep. Big fancy school full of phonies. I was sure as hell glad to get out of there. They sure didn't want me there either. Failed four of my five classes. Passed english though, I was a damn good writer. I had to leave Pencey so I said bye to Mr. Spencer and went back to see Ackley and Stradlater. All Ackley did was pop his goddamn pimples, while Stradlater went on and on about Jane. I was so angry I couldn't take it anyone, Stradlater was just too damn sexy, so we got in a big fight. I was so damn lonely after that.

2: I couldn't take it anyone. Being around all those damn phonies. I packed my bags and hopped on the next train out. Got a nice seat next to a lady mighty good looking for her age. Her son was Ernest Morrow. Didn't like the son of a bitch, but I sure did enjoy talking to his mother. When I got to Penn Station, I asked her out for a drink, but she wouldn't come. Her loss not mine.

3: I grabbed a taxi, not sure where I was going but at least I was going somewhere. We passed Central Park. My, what a beauty! I remembered being there and I asked the taxi driver if he knew anything about those ducks. The bastard looked at me like I was a madman and went right on back to driving. Asked if he wanted to grab a drink with me, but of course no one likes having fun these days. What does a guy have to do to get a drink with someone in this damn town?

4: When the crazy cab driver finally dropped me off, I was at this crazy hotel. Edmont Hotel it was called. I got up to my room and you wouldn't believe the things I saw out my window. | Lousy flits across the street dressing in women's clothes, and a couple spitting into each other's mouths. I swear everyone in this town is crazy. But you know, right after that I got this mad feeling running through me. I thought I'd call up good old Faith Cavendish. I'd heard she'd be up for a fun time, but she wouldn't come over that night and there was no sense waiting until later. Damn, I really should've planned to meet up with her.

5: I thought about calling old Phoebe, but I headed down to the Lavender Room. I wanted to grab a drink but that waiter wouldn't let me. He sure was crazy. But then I met these three women, older than the usual, but hey I was okay with it. After a while I got them to dance with me. One was pretty good, too. I damn near fell half in love with one of them. The three of them left later on, and didn't even think to pay for their drinks. Good thing I'm a nice guy and all.

6: I headed back to the hotel, but after seeing those mad perverts, I went back out. I took a cab to old Ernie's Jazz Club. I used to go there with D.B sometimes. Man that Ernie could really play, but that he was plain old lousy. And all those phonies everywhere talking about all their phony lives just made it worse. At least I could get my scotch and soda. But of course I just had to see Lillian Simmons there. All she cared about was D.B, the damn prostitute. So I left.

7: I felt like a worthless coward after I left Ernie's. When I finally got back to the hotel, the elevator man said he could hook me up with this nice prostitute. I was pretty damn lonely so I told him to send her up. Sunny showed up in this beautiful green dress and it made me feel miserable inside. I couldn't go through with it. I paid her anyway, and she went back to Maurice. To make a long story short, Maurice came back and tried to knock some sense into me and i felt dam near dead, like I'd been shot. I was about ready to jump out that lousy window, but it'd be too much of a mess.

8: In the morning, I called up Sally Hayes and planned to meet up with her later on that day. I went down to Grand Central and left my bags, so I wouldn't lose them. I grabbed some breakfast at this small sandwich bar. There were these two nuns and we talked a lot about the world and Romeo and Juliet. Man I sure do hate church and all, but I gave them ten dollars. I wish I had given them more, but I still had to pay for my day with Sally. Money sure does make people so damn upset.

9: I still had time before my date so I stopped in at the record store and got Phoebe's favorite, "Little Shirley Beans". O went down to Central Park, hoping she was there but she wasn't. I found some other little kids playing, and I helped one with his skates. I asked about Phoebe and he said she might be at the museum. I knew she wasn't, but I went anyway.

10: I didn't find Phoebe, but it was almost time to meet Sally so I went down to the Biltmore Hotel.She was late but she did look damn nice. She and I were necking for quite a bit on our way there. We went to go see "I Know My Love" with the Lunts. I hated those phonies. Sally was flirting with this other phony which didn't make things any better. I really wish I could've just stayed home.

11: Sally was going on and on about Radio City and how one of her friends got this cute little outfit to skate in there. So of course I had to take her there. Sally couldn't skate and neither could I, so we both look crummy. But I admit Sally did look pretty amazing in that outfit, that is the back half of her. We went in for a drink after and I guess I offended her a bit, but she stormed out with out me. I tried to apologize, but she wouldn't listen to me.

12: After Sally leaving, I felt pretty terrible. I called up Jane, but her mother answered. The only other number I had was for Carl Luce, a buddy of mine from the Whooton School. He was kind of a flit sometimes, but I didn't know who else to call. He said he'd meet me at the wicker bar in the Seton Hotel later that night. I stalled by going to see a movie. The Radio City dancers were great, but the movie was lousy. I met Carl after the movie and we talked for a while.. He was getting pretty mad at me so he left. Then I got real drunk, which was not a good idea.

13: I stumbled my way down to the duck pond after many drunk phone calls. I wanted to see if those damn geese were still around. My hair was starting to freeze from the water. I thought I was surely going to die. With all the cold I was bound to get pneumonia. I started to think about if I died, man was I lonely.

14: I had to get home. I was running out of money and I really wanted to see Phoebe. I snuck into the apartment. The regular elevator man wasn't there, so I told the new guy I was going up to a different room on my floor. I got in pretty easily, and found Phoebe in D.B's room. Looking around I saw all her books and school things, even her journal signed Phoebe Weatherfield Caulfield. I woke her up, and she and I talked for a while. When I told her my story all she said was "Dad's going to kill you," which he probably would've. That's why I had to say goodbye to Phoebe and go when they got back. That was rough, my crying scared Phoebe, but I had to go. I promised I'd see her again, though.

15: I called up Mr. Antolini and asked if I could come over for a little while. Pretty certain he knew I was in some kind of trouble, and he said I could stay the night. I tried to get him to stop talking after a while. I was so tired after walking around all day, so Mr. Antolini made up the couch for me and I fell asleep. I woke up though in the middle of the night and found him rubbing my head. What a flitty move he was making. I got out of there as fast as I could, and didn't go back. I spent the night at Grand Central, what a lousy night.

16: In the morning I had Phoebe come meet me at the museum. I had told her I was going away, and she came packed ready to go with me. I told her she couldn't go, and she was real mad. I told her I'd take her to the zoo before I left. At first she was stubborn about it, but she followed me there. I convinced her to ride the carousel, and I sat there and watched her go round and round wearing my red hat. As it poured with rain, I watched her and cried. It was one of the first times on my adventure that I really felt happy.

17: "Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry."

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