Dr. Future read a story called "The Apotheosis of Tommy Clay," about a selfish, vain little man who needs help from everyone he meets. I read a story called "Book Lover" about a criminal who is forced to mend his ways when he meets a pair of book-loving cripples. And John Fowora read his story "Swing for the Fences," about a black serial killer who can't get taken seriously as a serial killer because he's black. Carter did songs. Verdammt did art.
Afterwards, Future and Verdammt disappeared, and Fowora, Carter, and I ended up watching angry girls pole-dance at a Manhattan honky-tonk where we systematically beat everyone there at pool and drank two-dollar beers until the sun came up.
Most New Yorkers AGGRESSIVELY suck at pool, but Fowora knows the angles. Next time, we play for money.
As always, as always: who fucking knows what happened to Bill Chapters?
Posted by miracle on Sat, 17 May 2008 18:58:00 -0400 -- permanent link