I got in a cab and told him to go to Greenwich Village. The driver was called Horwitz. he was quite a talker so I ask him if he knew where the ducks go in winter. He didn’t know and started to get sore about it. boy, he was sore. Then started talking about the fish, but who gives a damn about the fish! I was talking about the ducks. He said that they just get stuck in a block of ice. He got really sore so I stopped the conversation before he crashed. i decied to go to earnys, this bar where D.B used to go. I got a seat and ordered a scotch and soda. I was surrounded by jerks. All of a sudden Lillian Simmons came up to me with this navy looking guy. She used to know my brother. She kept asking about D.B. she was phoney as hell. and then she asked if I wanted to join them but i said i was just leaving. I didnt want to leave but I wasnt going to sit with lillian and that Navy guy, people are always ruining things for you.