Exit

I went next door the Ackley's room. I turned on the light. He looked at me all shocked due to the blood all over my face from when Stradlater took a swing at me. He started asking me about the fight. He was a right nosey bastard. But I wasn't about to share my goddam life story with him. He was dumber than Stradlater. Next to Ackley Stradlater looked like a goddam genius. I asked him if I could sleep in Ely's bed tonight. Ely was Ackly's roommate. Boy did that annoy him. He started banging on about how he couldn't just loan Ely's goddam bed out just because he gone away for the goddam weekend. I went over to the window whilst he shot the bull. I felt so lonesome all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead. In the end he loaned me the goddam bed. I swear to God about two hours passed before I could convince him to let me sleep in his goddam room. I wasn't even like it was a nice room. It was rank with the smell of Ackley's socks.

A couple of minutes later he was snoring like mad. I just lay there in the dark my mind kept wandering back to Jane Gallagher and Stradlater sitting in the back of that goddam car. Finally, I got up out of Ely's bed and started towards the door. I didn't want to stay in this stupid atmosphere anymore. Everybody was asleep or had gone home for the weekend and the corridor felt very, very depressing and quiet. All of a sudden I decided what the hell I was going to do. I was gonna get the hell out of Pencey. I needed a little vacation. My nerves were shot. Packing depressed me a little. After I got all packed I counted my dough. I was pretty loaded. I was all set to go. I had my bags and everything. I don't know why but I was looking down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. Finally, I put on my red hunting hat and yelled down the corridor "Sleep tight morons!" And got the hell out.