"Steven Gould - Jumper" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gould Stephen Jay)

"I'm getting dressed," I said.

"Fuck. I don't care about that—let me in, you little faggot, so I can pee."

I got angry. "There are bathrooms on the other floors. Go use one of them!"

There was a brief pause.

"I'm not going to no other bathroom, shithead. And if you don't let me in right now, I'm going to
hurt you real bad."

My jaws hurt and I realized I was grinding my teeth together. Why can't they leave me alone?
"So," I finally said. "You gonna wait there, with a full bladder, or you gonna go find someplace to
pee?"

"I'm not going anywhere, little fucker, until I carve a piece of your ass."

I heard a splashing sound and yellow liquid began running under the door. I picked up my
clothes and, without dressing, jumped back to my hotel room.

My heart was pounding and I was still angry—"pissed off," you might say. I opened my door a
crack and looked down the hallway to the bathroom.
 A tall Anglo, heavily muscled and wearing nothing but jeans, was zipping up his pants. Then he
hit the door again and shook the doorknob.

From one of the other rooms, someone said, "Shut up already!"

The man at the bathroom said, "Come and fucking make me!" He continued to pound on the
door while he reached into his back pocket for something. When he brought it out he flicked his wrist
and something shiny flashed in the hall's dim light.

Jesus Christ.

I still felt scared, but the more I looked down the hall, the angrier I got. I put my clothes on the
bed and jumped back into the bathroom.

The pounding on the door was deafening. I flinched away from the force of it, then picked up the
trash can from the floor and dumped its few paper towels out onto the floor. Next I filled it with
bloody, soapy water from the tub and propped it above the doorway, on the arm of the
spring-loaded mechanism that closed the door. I studied it critically, my heart still beating, my breath
hard to catch. I shifted it slightly to the right.

Then, one hand on the lock catch, I turned off the light, unlocked the door, and jumped back to
the hotel room.

I opened the door just in time to see him rattle the doorknob, find it was loose, and push
forcefully into the room. There was a dull thud and water splashed out into the hall. In the middle of
that he yelled and slipped on the floor, his head and shoulder coming into view as he slammed down
on his back. He grabbed at his head with both hands in a manner I could identify with, if not