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tons of porcelain and crystal and brass and this little dog follows us in jumping into the air doing little pirouettes and licking us all over our bare legs and fingers … it was disgusting … and we’re sitting there and my friend and this priest are shooting the breeze when this cellar door opens and this other priest comes up with another dog. This dog was about as big as me and fuckin ugly and when it walked over to me and stared at me for a few minutes without moving I felt obliged to give it a pat cause the two priests were watching me. Then this one priest says: Oh please please don’t pet the dog she’s really quite old and paranoid. She may bite. Man, what a fuckin relief. So my friend gives these two priests a couple of bottles of amyl and they start talking about their drug experiences. The priest with the glasses turns to me and says: Now I hope this doesn’t shock you. I said: Oh no, and he goes on about how he tried this THC that a student gave him and it was: Ab-so-lute-ly marvelous and how he copped twenty tabs of it cause: It has all the effects of marijuana without the fuss and mess. It was like a fuckin commercial. The other priest didn’t say anything but: Um ah hum. And this heavy guy kept talking about doing acid and how he was worried he’d have a flashback while he was working. Then he got into talking about guys he’s been to bed with, how this guy named Stone from Coney Island had a big cock and how this other guy from the Village had a bigger cock and how this guy he met on vacation in Puerto Rico knew how to fuck best of all and how he had thoughts about this student who was hung like an ox … I don’t know man … it just sounded so fuckin lonesome …

Young Woman in Coffee Shop on the Lower East Side
    NEW YORK CITY
    Sometimes when I’m walking through the streets I want my fingernails to grow long and hard so I can make scratches in the concrete or make grooves in the sidewalk or scratch windows or by concentrating real hard make all the windows shatter and rain down on the street or make cigarette smoke go back into cigarettes like a film running backwards or make the streets crack open like earthquakes like huge crevices split open in the surface of the asphalt. Sometimes I think by staring hard enough I can make the sky turn into a storm, make dark clouds suddenly twist around and send rain and lightning over the rooftops. Sometimes if I’m feeling frustrated and men hassle me on the street I wish I could raise my hand and suddenly dimes would be welded on their eyeballs so they couldn’t see where they were going. And when guys on the street make kiss noises at me I wish I could make their dicks wither and drop off.
    Sometime I’d like to make a film of a woman murdering someone in which she stabs the person butchers and dismembers him rips his stomach open and at the end of this she sits down in the midst of all this, her clothes and hands and face all covered in blood and she starts crying …

Guy in Car on Wall Street at Midnight
    NEW YORK CITY
    I’ll never go to Texas again swear to ya, I won’t ever go there again. Last time I was there see, I met this guy in a bar in Arizona where I was growin up and he invited me to visit him in Dallas. I was young and didn’t let my parents know I was goin. I just packed a small overnight bag with some clothes and I took a flight there and met up with this guy and it was during the day so he took me for a walk on the grounds of this psychiatric hospital that he worked in and he said: Not only do I work here but I once lived here … I was a patient, and I remember laughing nervously and saying: Oh yeah, therapy does anyone a world of good. You probably feel better now. And then we went to his apartment sitting in his bedroom and he’s gettin depressed and starts talking about killing himself and says it’ll be easy to take me with him and he says he’s got