Monologue About Goddam Place

WELL, I'M finally out of that goddamn place. You wouldn't believe how glad I am to be out, you really wouldn't. These psychoanalysis guys kept asking me the same questions over and over. If you weren't crazy already, they would make you. But the important part is that I'm out now, and I have to figure out where the hell I'm gonna go. I should have figured it out while I was in that goddam place, I'll admit, but I just didn't feel like it. It's hard to do something when you don't feel like doing it. Anyway, I could go down to Hollywood to visit old D.B. It's only an hour to get down there and all, but I don't have a goddamn car. What can I do without a car? Nothing. I guess I'll have to get picked up by someone if I want
You know the one? Well, it freezes in the winter and, well, I was wondering if maybe you knew where the ducks went." I'm getting a little excited, I admit. "The ducks? No, I don't know where they go. Sorry, kid." Kid. I get a kick out of that. I'm probably a good six inches taller than the bastard. "Oh...well, thanks anyway." I swear to God, no one knows where those goddamn ducks go. It's so annoying. I decide to stop talking and look out the window. Wouldn't you know it, but there are some ducks flying north. I can't seem to escape them. The goddam things are everywhere. Other than that, there's not much else going on outside. There's a movie theatre and some fancy looking nightclub with all these goddamn phonies lined up outside. We finally pull up outside this small little bar that has "The Pond" in blue letters across the top and next to it a picture of a pond with reeds and ducks sitting on top. I swear, those goddamn ducks won't leave me alone. As I'm getting out of the cab and paying the driver, he turns to me and says, "Say, I was thinking about what you said. You know, about the ducks. What I figured out is that it doesn't matter where the ducks go just so long as they come back in the spring. Ya get