Yes, I hear you. I hear

something else too.

Litter, I suspect. Let it brush

against you as you blow

down the street – you’ll

soon find out how sticky things

can get when you

really stop

concentrating.

I stopped copulating

ears ago. These days the only

f. twinges I forget are forced

metaphors. Ah, here’s

an example.

This one’s me, kiddo. It was taken

someplace no one went to

and was, they told me,

dribblingly attractive. Do I

believe this? What do you think?

I relieve no one, sir, for less

than a hundred dollars.

You do it for me though.

Exactly.