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I crept over to the open door and peeked in. He was face down on the un-carpeted floor littered deep with newspapers and empty green wine bottles scattered everywhere. Only the second dead guy I had ever seen.
This hotel's best and perhaps only redeeming quality besides being way cheap, was to come out the front door in the morning straight onto the park and the big morning sunlit white church across the broad green of
Washington Square Park. I had no idea about lice in a mattress idiot that I was not of the middle ages, and I thought I had gotten it from one of two girls I knew. Didn't find out the disgusting truth 'till I heard one guy mention it to another. Something like --- "The lice in this place are something". And the other guy answers, "When I first moved in I was wondering why it was so cheap". As did myself.
I used to go to the Art Institute in the morning to use the facilities which was about six blocks from the hotel. Then around noon would climb the hill one block to Hyde Street, jump on a cable car and take it to the end of the line at Market Street. Would then walk over one block to Mission Street and take a bus down to Bernal Heights where, I would work on a pottery wheel in a converted two car garage. Long trip and in the evening I would do it in reverse, getting off the Cable Car in China Town for a cheap dinner, and then back on to the Art Institute for evening classes. Did this for maybe six or seven months and it got to be quite tedious if of a materialist state of mind.
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