Blood, Guts, and Ham on Rye

Blood, Guts, and Ham on Rye

Past the Kosher meat deli Richard Waite was jerking off, a salute to fresh meat, young girls. “Do you want to see my panties?” “Show me” Across the floor James Brown was crawling baby-style

I can’t live a slave in a locked up room for ever. I didn’t mean to mislead you” he says. ‘I don’t consider anyone a servant.’ “Well, she’s not a virgin.” “How did you know?” “She told me” “Who got her?” “Her father”

As I watched them I said to myself, someday my dance will begin. I hated their beauty, their untroubled youth, even though I’m younger, I’m tough, rotted. My father seemed to sense the difference he began to lash me harder, again and again, the more he beat me the less I felt.

Back in Alexandria the rebels have taken over, I repeat: the rebels have taken over I thought about it for ten or fifteen minutes…………

“How can I tell the difference between sanity and insanity?” “You think in a locked up room there’s sanity and insanity?” I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad mingle freely.

I knew I wasn’t entirely sane. I know, Janey……. “Your just hiding from Reality”