Where is Kinneret Street, I asked the girl who was walking the dog at night in Neve Tzedek. She answered me that she lives there, so I told her that I would be happy to see her apartment to understand what the "standard" is in the area, because I am looking for an apartment. We went up to her house. she suggestedI have coffee, then cookies, then a cigarette and then some whiskey.
She lay down next to me in bed and we looked at each other in the eyes. She lit a cigarette and I lit one. She leaned back and I leaned on the pillow. She stuck out her tongue to lick the crumbs on my lip, and I just stuck my tongue out like I had crumbs on my lip. The test is completed - it will be possible to leave here with a strengthened ego. I approached her direction and then she told me that she wasn't up to it. And I ask - is it possible not to go crazy!
Silly and smart, funny and sad, witty and shallow, childish and mature. This is the writer, this is the book, this is life.
