Heroes:
So I came up and I laid it all our for her. I understand I was a little inebriated - perhaps it was the smell of cheap booze and cigarettes undulating off of me that put her off. Who could tell? You'd think a girl like her would recognize something when she really saw something, and I may not be goddamned Dostoyevski but I'm SOMETHING. So I put it down and as I'm waving to Holly Full Of Cum out the window I say"What's going on Lady?! How long has it been dead around here?! Don't you know how hard it is to breathe with that shit hanging around?!" and she chews her gum and looks at me like I'm crazy.She says "I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am. Do you have an appointment with someone here?""Shit yes I have an appointment with someone!" I can see Holly Full Of Cum out the window. She's holding a hanger and giving the thumbs up. A skinny man in a black coat lights her cigarette and they begin fornicating against the window.She's always making a goddamned mess of things.So the girl chewing the gum picks up the big black phone and she makes a phone call up to God. I'm too busy wondering when these gosh darn pills are going to kick in to even think about the phone bill but she's giving me that look like my parents used to give me when I'd try to call China. Come on now, though. It's been a long time coming."Uh huh. Uh huh." She says on the phone and then purses her lips at me. "Yes. Take a seat over there." She's trying not to poke my eye out with her nose.Man. I think. This is really something else. I've got China Town - yea - crawling all over me. I think Kearouac sits down and I tell him the whats what, and not like you care but I'm not all too huge a fan of Kearouac. He kind of bores me. I think - who cares about your lousey boring life. S'not so fucking impressive and you write like a goddamned teenager. That may impress some people, because holy shit, it's so goddamned avante garde to act like you don't know how to do what you do well well - well I could just piss shit out my mouth over the whole mess.I'm telling this to Kearouac when this man with a beard and some glasses comes up to me and tilts his hat."We've met before." He tells me and I sneer at him. He's a liar. I've never met him before but he knew The Old Man. He works for him in the upstairs apartment with all his broken clocks and noisy type writers and candles that always burn out right at the goddamned wrong time. "Come upstairs with me." I've been up there a million times. I don't want to go up there again. Instead I shove at him my manuscript. Bound with tweed it looks biblical. He looks at it as if I'd handed him an urn full of Gods ashes."Come on now. If we're in for an ass raping, let's get to it." He takes me into a green room and sits me in a velvet chair. He apologizes for the girl at the front desk but I haven't been around in a while and would I like to tell him where I've been."Mostly drunk, Sir." I tell him. "Amongst other things. But, I can't RIGHTLY tell you EXACTLY where it is I've been. THAT would be too complex."The smell of ink is so thick I feel like I could be sick on it and when I gag he only hands me another hanger. I say "Hey, man. I'm okay. Just a tissue will suffice.""I can see why you're back. You're just cut out for this type of business.""Business my ass. I'm in it for the chicks you neutered asshole."Thus he shoves the hanger up my nose and I begin to bleed. "Well fuck you, too!" I shout and I go for the door. "You read that shit! It's like medicine for a degenerate like you! I'm going to go hunt something real because this is bringing me down! I have a girl outside full of cum waiting for me to perform a backyard abortion and you're boring me with this over the counter bullshit?! I've got better things to do, my friend." And "Don't you know who I am?!" I'm a very fucken important person to some people!