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They All Laughed. I Drew Their Pictures And They Asked For Copies And I Handed Them Out As If They Were My Tickets To The Show. In The Navy Yard, I Could Drink With Men Because I Worked With Men; In The Parkview, I Could Drink With Men Because I Drew Their Pictures. The World Was A Grand Confusion. Finally, When I Was Bleary, When My Hand Wouldn't Do What I Wanted It To Do, I Went Home. I Would Lie Alone In The Dark, Feeling That I Was A Character In A Story That Had Lost Its Plot.

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They All Laughed. I

Pete Hamill

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They All Laughed. I Drew Their Pictures And They Asked For Copies And I Handed Them Out As If They Were My Tickets To The Show. In The Navy Yard, I Could Drink With Men Because I Worked With Men; In The Parkview, I Could Drink With Men Because I Drew Their Pictures. The World Was A Grand Confusion. Finally, When I Was Bleary, When My Hand Wouldn't Do What I Wanted It To Do, I Went Home. I Would Lie Alone In The Dark, Feeling That I Was A Character In A Story That Had Lost Its Plot.

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