Still Crazy After All These Years
After I got out of that other place, after all that madman business that I already told you about, I just took it easy for a while. But I don't feel like talking about it right now, to tell you the truth.
I'm staying at this place in Vermont for a while. It's called a retreat for Chrissake, but it's really just like that crumby place I went to for some rest out in California, after all that madman business I already told you about.
Anyway, this doctor here, Dr. Seymour Glass, wants me to keep a journal where I write down my thoughts and all. Dr. Glass said keeping a journal would help me to understand myself. I think it's a bunch of crap, but Dr. Glass said it would help me to get better and even made me promise to do it. I hate it when people make you promise to do something, especially if it's for your own good.
I told old Doc Glass I would do it just to get him to stop talking about it all the time. Talking about stuff all the time bores me, to tell you the truth. Dr. Glass said something pretty corny to me, something about life being a journey and all. He kind of reminds me of my old history teacher, Mr. Spencer, at Pencey, where I got the ax. Old Mr. Spencer kept telling me that life was a game and all. I wish people would make up their minds. Is life a journey or game?
So here's my journal. I don't know who's going to read this crap and I really don't give a damn, if you want to know the truth.