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ottle that smashed on the sidewalk ten feet away from me. Who threw it? The nice thing about<br />

crowds is that someone can throw a bottle and you don’t take it personally.<br />

I saw two more people without feet today, one before and one after I walked to the Central Park Zoo.<br />

It’s not nearly as big as the one in Lincoln Park in Chicago, or as well stocked. For example, they<br />

have ants at the Central Park Zoo. From watching the original Cat People movie, I was expecting<br />

panthers, but the wildest things they had were polar bears. Then there were penguins, monkeys, bats,<br />

and tortoises, which really made time when the guy showed up with their food. It was funny to see<br />

them run, their necks stretched out, their eyes bulging.<br />

At a store called Gay Treasures on Hudson Street, I heard a man in his mid-fifties talk to the cashier,<br />

who was around the same age, about his new boyfriend. “He spanks me raw at least twice a week.<br />

Last night he used an umbrella!”<br />

“He should have stuck it up your ass,” the cashier said.<br />

The customer leaned forward. “Who said he didn’t!”<br />

October 15, 1990<br />

New York<br />

I screwed up my courage this afternoon and called Philip Morris. Rusty then told me that I wanted<br />

William Morris. They’re the talent agency. Philip Morris is the cigarette company.<br />

I walked around today and saw a man get chased and kicked in the ass for taking an apple from a fruit<br />

stand. Tonight it’s cool and the air is dry. The city smells like burned coffee.<br />

October 19, 1990<br />

New York<br />

Lily has been painting and doing light carpentry work in the town house of an antiques dealer. He<br />

has a little dog named Crumpet that acts pitiful and lame when it wants food and attention. She told<br />

me about him at a falafel restaurant in the East Village, and then I told her about my downstairs<br />

neighbors, who have been complaining about the sound of my footsteps. “Because of them I now go<br />

barefoot when I’m at home,” I told her. “And I tiptoe.”<br />

A woman sitting near us finished her meal and said to me on her way out, “Listen, you pay rent too.<br />

There’s no need for you to tiptoe around your own apartment.”<br />

October 21, 1990

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