I have the measles.
Worse news that is also probably good news:
I've been fired.
A few days ago, Madame in one of her angry sober moods, had me drive her to a roadhouse known as the Pot O' Gold. Before we left, she had me get a knife and she slit the interior of her handbag in order to slip a pistol between the folds.
I asked what we were going to do and she told me, "I'm going to kill Louie Neidorf."
Well wouldn't you be excited?!!
We got to the Pot O' Gold and waited in there for half an hour. Everytime some guy came in, I asked, "Isn't that him?" I wanted to see a gun fired!
Finally Madame dragged me out, cursing that someone must have tipped this Neidorf off from coming. As we tore back down the streets, Madame was deep in her cups and began cursing at me, claiming I had made her miss! After finishing off her gin bottle she took over the horse and whipped the poor thing so badly it was running in panic.
Once we got back to the stable, she left me - a pure New York street kid - to put away the horse. So I got off his harnesses, put him into his stable and promptly threw up, before falling asleep in a pile of straw.
The next morning I found out the horse was dead. Did you know you have to cool a horse down after a gallop and put him to sleep with a blanket on? Well, now I know....
Madame spend the whole day glaring at me. Around six, when the diggers showed up, I began to feel really dizzy; the whole room began spinning around me and I feel off the stool. One of the girls put me back on, but I just fell off again. Madame saw me and threw me onto the stool, but to no avail. Was it my fault the room kept spinning?
Two of the girls took me upstairs and called a doctor. Turns out I caught the measles. When Mrs. Schang found out, I could hear her screaming, "I don't want no sick Jews in my place! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!!"
So, my two lovely girls took me to the train station and sent me home.