Not much's changed since my last journal entry. Barnaby and I are still stuck in New York like mosquiters in molassas. We'd just about scraped together enough cash for one ticket back to Mass between the two of us, when Barnaby made an interesting discovery. We'd been sleeping in the hallway of a tenement building, and one night Barnaby's looking for change under the washing machines, and he comes back all hootin' and hollerin' looking like he just struck oil. Well, turns out with the help of a screwdriver and a wire hanger, a feller can bust open the coin box in them machines. So me and Barnaby wait til the wee hours of the morning and we went and jacked all the change in that there basement. If that don't take the rag off the bush. Now we've got coin enough to take a bus to Massachusetts and back again. But we figure as long as we's got a steady income, we might as well stay in town and ourselves a hog-killin'-time. So, I'm off to barter for a nice bottle of 'oh-be-joyful' for me and Barnaby. I need to go put a little lead in my pencil.