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Chapter 23
Andperhapsamanbalancedtwentycentsbetweenfoodandpleasure,andhewenttoamovieinMarysvilleorTulare,inCeresorMountainView.Andhecamebacktotheditchcampwithhismemorycrowded.Andhetoldhowitwas:
Theywasthisrichfella,an’hemakeslikehe’spoor,an’they’sthisrichgirl,an’shepurtendslikeshe’spoortoo,an’theymeetinahamburg’stan’.
Why?Idon’tknowwhy—that’showitwas.Why’dtheypurtendlikethey’spoor?Well,they’retiredofbein’rich.Horseshit!Youwanttohearthis,ornot?Well,goonthen.Sure.Iwantahearit,butifIwasrich,ifIwasrichI’dgitsomanyporkchops—I’dcord’emuparoun’melikewood,an’I’deatmywayout.Goon.
Well,theyeachthinktheotherone’spoor.An’theygitarrestedan’theygitinjail,an’theydon’tgitout’causetheotherone’dfindoutthefirstoneisrich.An’thejailkeeper,he’smeanto’em’causehethinksthey’repoor.Oughtaseehowhelookswhenhefindsout.Jes’nearlyfaints,that’sall.
Whattheygitinjailfor?Well,theygitcaughtatsomekindaradicalmeetin’buttheyain’tradicals.Theyjes’happentobethere.An’theydon’teachonewantamarryfurmoney,yasee.
Sothesons-of-bitchesstartlyin’toeachotherrightoff.
Well,inthepitcheritwasliketheywasdoin’good.They’renicetopeople,yousee.
Iwastoashowoncetthatwasme,an’more’nme;an’mylife,an’more’nmylife,soever’thingwasbigger.
Well,Igitenoughsorrow.
