{"id":"01KG6FVHMR7APR0VQ51TVDCS71","cid":"bafkreia2nwrhq72arzmnxkhy64p6l24nc6ecmdooface3ykek6i5gltfg4","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":2290,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:20.744Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","start_line":2234,"text":"really isn't. What you should be is not yellow at all. If you're supposed to sock somebody\nin the jaw, and you sort of feel like doing it, you should do it. I'm just no good at it,\nthough. I'd rather push a guy out the window or chop his head off with an ax than sock\nhim in the jaw. I hate fist fights. I don't mind getting hit so much--although I'm not crazy\nabout it, naturally--but what scares me most in a fist fight is the guy's face. I can't stand\nlooking at the other guy's face, is my trouble. It wouldn't be so bad if you could both be\nblindfolded or something. It's a funny kind of yellowness, when you come to think of it,\nbut it's yellowness, all right. I'm not kidding myself.\n\n\nThe more I thought about my gloves and my yellowness, the more depressed I\ngot, and I decided, while I was walking and all, to stop off and have a drink somewhere.\nI'd only had three drinks at Ernie's, and I didn't even finish the last one. One thing I have,\nit's a terrific capacity. I can drink all night and not even show it, if I'm in the mood. Once,\nat the Whooton School, this other boy, Raymond Goldfarb, and I bought a pint of Scotch\nand drank it in the chapel one Saturday night, where nobody'd see us. He got stinking, but\nI hardly didn't even show it. I just got very cool and nonchalant. I puked before I went to\nbed, but I didn't really have to--I forced myself.\nAnyway, before I got to the hotel, I started to go in this dumpy-looking bar, but\ntwo guys came out, drunk as hell, and wanted to know where the subway was. One of\nthem was this very Cuban-looking guy, and he kept breathing his stinking breath in my\nface while I gave him directions. I ended up not even going in the damn bar. I just went\nback to the hotel.\nThe whole lobby was empty. It smelled like fifty million dead cigars. It really did.\nI wasn't sleepy or anything, but I was feeling sort of lousy. Depressed and all. I almost\nwished I was dead.\nThen, all of a sudden, I got in this big mess.\nThe first thing when I got in the elevator, the elevator guy said to me, \"Innarested\nin having a good time, fella? Or is it too late for you?\"\n\"How do you mean?\" I said. I didn't know what he was driving at or anything.\n\"Innarested in a little tail t'night?\"\n\"Me?\" I said. Which was a very dumb answer, but it's quite embarrassing when\nsomebody comes right up and asks you a question like that.\n\"How old are you, chief?\" the elevator guy said.\n\"Why?\" I said. \"Twenty-two.\"\n\"Uh huh. Well, how 'bout it? Y'innarested? Five bucks a throw. Fifteen bucks the\nwhole night.\" He looked at his wrist watch. \"Till noon. Five bucks a throw, fifteen bucks\ntill noon.\"\n\"Okay,\" I said. It was against my principles and all, but I was feeling so depressed\nI didn't even think. That's the whole trouble. When you're feeling very depressed, you\ncan't even think.\n\"Okay what? A throw, or till noon? I gotta know.\"\n\"Just a throw.\"\n\"Okay, what room ya in?\"\nI looked at the red thing with my number on it, on my key. \"Twelve twenty-two,\"\nI said. I was already sort of sorry I'd let the thing start rolling, but it was too late now.\n\"Okay. I'll send a girl up in about fifteen minutes.\" He opened the doors and I got\nout.\n\"Hey, is she good-looking?\" I asked him. \"I don't want any old bag.\"\n\"No old bag. Don't worry about it, chief.\"\n\"Who do I pay?\"\n\"Her,\" he said. \"Let's go, chief.\" He shut the doors, practically right in my face.\nI went to my room and put some water on my hair, but you can't really comb a\ncrew cut or anything. Then I tested to see if my breath stank from so many cigarettes and\nthe Scotch and sodas I drank at Ernie's. All you do is hold your hand under your mouth\nand blow your breath up toward the old nostrils. It didn't seem to stink much, but I\n","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6FV1MSGT8ZCNVZ69Z6REX5","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6FT59BXAZ3C5HRJ6SW8F58","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KFF1K6A8V452X8SQKY55DD16","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6FVHMP3030AG6DMWC14MVY","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6FVHMRX95TBYSD7RKDC1X3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T03:41:23.992Z","ts":"2026-01-30T03:41:29.773Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}