the conversation

hello, my name is douglas dooley

them: can i help you?

me: i was wondering if there is a girl named Norah Jones, here.

them: i am not sure you are in the right place, are you suggesting that someone who lives by that name is staying here?

me: yes, that is what i understand.

them: well, you are mistaken this is a place of worship that is intended for the congregation, i suggest you leave before i call the police.

me: do you really want the cops to come here, and search the place, if they know who i am?

them: we can see, but if you do not leave, i will call them.

me: who?

them: the police.

me: well, lets do it.

then it spirals in to another episode of me waiting to be taken away before i get to see you, do you not see i need some help, are you not able to help me out do you really want me to go to jail to get you free?, i need your help, because that is the only scenario i see playing out, is me going to jail, and i finally dont know if i can do that for you, i cant go back-in, as i wint come back out, i have too much to live for, so you need a plan to help me, if you do not show me a plan by eight days from now, i am sorry to say that i am determined to let you go back to manhattan, and me be free, sad and lost, but free, that is all...,