"You'll pay for this outrage. With your life, with your soul, and with your mind!" Then he ran off down the street clutching his dildo and laughing. After that, I decided it would be best if I headed for the NoHo Star Tommy's loft the China Club home before the night got to me. As I walked, the stench of old piss began to eat away at me. Made me dizzy. Vertigo hit like a blow from a whore an atomic bomb a bus at 80 mph and before I knew it, I was twitching on the ground. People on the street rubbernecked as they passed, but no one DID anything.
I couldn't control it. Horrible visions of feather boas and tournaquets fat businessmen rowdy skin heads dancing tattoos shattered glass conquered my mind. Splashing over in waves of flesh and anti-freeze.
I must have crawled because as the visions disappeared I found myself in the middle of the street at the door to my apartment lying in Central Park crouched in the subway with a decrepit dildo in my hand and a ratty trenchcoat draped over my thin shoulders.