Westy.â
She said, âI want you to screw me, darling.â
âYeah. But I killed the old guy. Never did that before.â
âHe deserved it. Letâs go dance and fuck.â
âI forgot how to dance about twelve years ago.â
âYeah. But we could just go to my place, and fuck. You ever hear Jimi Hendrix? You and I couldâve saved him, poor old genius nigger.â
XXIII
âR AY?â
âYeah?â
âThey got me.â
âContact, Ed. Iâm hearing you.â
âPut your spirit with mine now, old lieutenant. Iâm ashes.â
Then he was.
The last time Sister came to me at the clinic, I wrote this record and this prescription.
âFemale, 23. She has made one album and her next one is in process.
âHer mother, almost nonexistent.
âHer father, a philosopher.
âHer family. Two sets of twins, one of them recently backed over by a bus, plus two others.
âHer situation. Singer. Uses marijuana heavily. High blood pressure. 150/90. X-ray shows dark spot in the upper left lung.
Prescription:
âValium, 25 mg. Every four hours until appetite returns. Prednisone, 200 mg. One every other day for two weeks. Then a half-pill every other day. 60 days. No refill.
XXIV
P AT and I go out in my little MG. I donât have the Corvette anymore because of the gas. But I like my little 73 Midget and the sky. You get this low and you get to look at the sky.
So me and Pat go out to the airport to look at the new two-million-dollar Learjet, and we get in the cockpit, and I show Pat the controls.
Pat is a wonderful guitarist from Chicago, as well as a medieval scholar and poet. Nobodyâs killed him yet.
XXV
E VERYBODY I love is in the jet. We try New York, but itâs no good. Iâve got the .32 machine pistol that I killed a gook in the head with. He was dead and he had a hand grenade in his hand. But he threw a knife into the neck of Larry. We were all fueling at Ton Sa Nut. Fifteen F-4s all in line. You couldnât ever kill enough of them. Vietnam was like fleas.
Never had a whore in Saigon. Never gambled my money. Quisenberry and I mainly just talked ourselves to sleep, then dropped Dexedrine when the horn sounded.
Harry King was flight control one night at the Tuscaloosa airport and brought Don in on autopilot from Chicago after heâd turned the plane in a storm and fainted.
Ray is out here with his beeper on his leg, just watching the planes come in over the blue lights, for no reason except to find my meditation again. Somehow the AM waves are getting into my beeper and I hear âEleanor Rigbyâ from the Beatles. Where
do
all the lonely people come from? Ray is starting to sound like a man whowas once a disk jockey. Because heâs run-down. Iâm full of dopey tears and just as groping and lousy as the next citizen.
So I just wander into flight control. Harryâs very lonely with all the Teletypes. What in the hell comes in but an F-4 from the National Guard in Birmingham. He touches down, then off, wheels it out, gone at five hundred miles per hour. Beautiful Phantom.
âHow you been, Harry?â
âRay! Goddamn, youâre here Iâ
Here looking at the flat charts of the flight territory all over the world and Harry, still wearing his tie from WW II. Heâs driving his crummy Toyota since the gas crunch and we talk about that. We share one of those huge TV dinners made for two. Not much to do here now.
The beeper sounds and itâs Rebecca.
âWhat?â
âNothing, really,â she says. âI handled it. Iâd just sort of like you to run back here and dick me.â
âI donât have it in me,â I say.
âOkay. Thereâs another message, from Westy.â
âPut her on,â I say.
âI just cured three creeps with a light assist from your buddy, Doctor Litchens. You canât imagine the swine Iâm going to have to do a number with
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