Haruki Murakami. The tragedy at the mine in new York (№ 312980)

We became, we began to shave in the morning. We're not poets, not revolutionaries and rockers. We stopped to sleep drunk in a phone booth, stopped to eat a bowl of cherries, in the subway, listen to at four in the morning at full volume album "the doors". We an acquaintance bought the insurance, began to drink in the hotel bars, to collect a bill from a dentist for compensation for treatment.