‘What you need is to get your ass fucked.’
It’s over with Marley now, and that’s what the Good Doctor told me to do today. I trust him. He lives on Seventh Ave. Everybody is always around there and sometimes I feel like things are okay over there and I have a family. People laugh there, people cry, sometimes people scream. I have woken up in alleys sometimes after laughing there with everyone, but that’s different, I already told you that. The Good Doc helps me to see. From time to time, he shows me glorious visions. He gives me comfort and I like the pills and whatever he has. It’s very nice.
So he says, “Look man, you’re over here right, and you’re needing something, right, you know, everyone has a fix. What you need, you need to go out and get your ass laid, man. That’s you man, that’s the way God comes to you, like cosmic incarnation. Go.”
That was in the morning. I went out then looking for a lover. But at noon, I still had found nobody, and had been kicked by one beauty who didn’t want anything with fucking. I was alone. I returned to his house. And the Good Doctor, in his wisdom, set me down in front of the TV, patted my back, and gave me his pills. I smiled and cartoons went around me and the world opened up. I must have blacked out. I am so afraid of the blackouts. I woke up from the blackout in an alley again like sometimes happens at the Good Doctor’s.
I feel bad cause I must have just walk out of there and pass out in the alley. I don’t know.///