He wore skull rings on his fingers. And he only talked about death. Yeah yeah a fucking great guy Dr Benway. Yeah yeah nice slot señorita. He wore a cowboy hat. He was fat and wore a shirt with big flowers. Diamonds run through my veins señorita. And he pulled out a cigar from his pocket and started smoking it slowly. He could have been from California but he wasn’t. Those kids out there appear to be wild but they are not. Those kids pretend to be wild to begin with and then they sell out obediently to the first bidder señorita. He told bad jokes and good jokes and laughed by himself. I used to laugh about the way he laughed but not at his jokes. He hadn’t changed.
I said to him: you haven’t changed.
We went to a restaurant where an Elvis Presley Chinese impersonator was singing. All the waiters wore a 50’s quiff. After dinner we exchanged stories about the loony-bin where we met: it’s necessary to go through the abyss street señorita. And: the world is a metaphor for sadism without a contract.
