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hundred bucks inside. He stuffed it into a shopping bag and walked out. We bought a couple of tubes of glue and a pair of socks and split to Jersey for the day. We went to this amusement park and sniffed behind the beauty show stage and walked around in the freak show for a while. We saw this two-headed turtle in a jar of alcohol and a load of pictures of women with small bodies growin out of their bellies. We ate too much food and then my friend got the idea that we should ride the octopus and sniff while it’s going around so we went up and this fuckin machine is goin up and down and spinnin around every once in a while. I started getting sick from the glue. They put this onion or garlic oil in it now so that ya get sick if ya sniff it. So I started getting ready to heave and I yelled down to these two guys runnin the machine: Whoa let me off I’m gonna be sick and these fuckin guys think it’s funny. They start pointin at me and laughin like it’s a big joke so I start chuckin and I hold it in till we’re stopped right over the guys runnin the ride. We’re spinnin and I let go … it was like a fuckin April shower all over em … well they stopped the fuckin ride fast and when I got off I could hardly walk and these two guys are screamin at me: Why the hell you go on ride if you sick! … ha ha … they were covered, man …
    â€¦ last night was the first time I ever saw a guy and a girl fuck … I was in the Comet Hotel over on Forty-fifth Street and this guy brought me up there and asked special for room number seven … he must’ve known what the room was like cause after we got in there he had me take off my clothes and then he pulled up a chair to the door that separates our room from the next room. It’s like a double room for families but they keep the door locked when only one room’s being rented. So there’s this big crack in the door and when the guy shut out the lights you could look into the next room without being noticed. So he had me wait till someone rented out the next room and then he had me watch what was goin on while he went down on me … it was crazy … this prostitute I remember from in front of the Port Authority walked in with this Spanish guy and they threw off their clothes and the guy hops on the bed and this girl jumped on top of him and the two of them went at it, changin positions every couple of seconds until he shot, then she got up and put her leg up on the bed and took a wipe at herself with a towel and they got dressed again. The whole thing took two minutes and when she turned around to get into her dress I could see this huge area of her chest and stomach all scarred up … fresh scars with stitches in em … I almost puked … the guy I was with gave me a lot to make up for it but it flipped me out … it made me feel really funny watchin them …

Young Runner Hanging Out by the River
    THE BRONX
    I know this guy who deals amyl nitrite. A friend of his, this chemist, makes it pure, not like that shit they sell over at candy stores, so this guy I know sells it for him. Last night we were out running along the river when he says: Look I gotta stop by some guy’s house to drop off some amyl ya wanna come? So I said: Yeah so we took a run over to this house over in the middle of the neighborhood, this old place built around the 1800s. We ring the bell and this heavyset priest opens the door. He’s wearing these thick glasses and he’s got a funny look on his face like maybe I shouldn’t be there. Then he invites us in and starts apologizing for this, mess in the hallway. It was a huge load of Louis the XIV antiques obviously worth a shitload of money. So we go down the front hall and this ratty little dog jumps out at us. It was like a poodle but fat as a watermelon. It started shrieking and gurgling and running around in circles and the priest takes us into this living room filled with