I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train … Young, good looking, crew cut, Ivy League, advertising exec type fruit holds the door back for me. I am evidently his idea of a character. You know the type comes on with bartenders and cab drivers, talking about right hooks and the Dodgers, call the counterman in Nedick’s by his first name. A real asshole. And right on time this narcotics dick in a white trench coat (imagine tailing somebody in a white trench coat—trying to pass as a fag I guess) hit the platform. I can hear the way he would say it holding my outfit in his left hand, right hand on his piece: “I think you dropped something, fella” But the subway is moving. “So long flatfoot!” I yell, giving the fruit his B production …
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I found out recently, that many feminists abhor this book,and see it a pathway to the pornographic revolution of the early 1960s.The same with Norman Mailer, and Henry Miller.
well, it isn’t exactly vanilla sex.
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I’m not too sure what the video was, but I see it’s been removed, so I’ve replaced it.