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I made ten. I uke the dude's bread and split, saying, "I'm good. Winter I can't make out these private school dudes. Here they are with the richest parents around New York and I can t even lay down my pants in the locker room to take a shower with- out one of these cats rifling my pockets. I mean, man, I'm the poorest son of a bitch in this in- stitution and I'm getting cleaned out.

Just yesterday I got clipped for a five and last week some prick lifted me for a lid of dynamite grass I was about to deal. Today I got all evened out however.

I hid down in the wresthng team locker room while my last study period was going on because I never go to that one anyway because it's only some lame senior who runs it and he ain't reporting me to no principals if he knows what's good for his ass. So here I am all of a sudden realizing that the team gets the privilege of early practice and in front of me are all these lockers minus their locks all chock full with goodies. I make the rounds after quietly shutting the door and getting fellow poor classmate David Lang to keep a lookout.

I'm up to about fifteen beanos and checking out one of the last wallets left when David whispers from outside, "Get cool, it's Bluster. Bluster, the principal, that I cut the study because he never comes to this part of the building unless he's checking for class cutters. I hear him outside reading a list to Lang with my name on it, asking if he's seen anyone.

He says no and splits but I'm in one of the favorite hiding spots so I make a last minute move and squeeze into one of the floor lockers and shut the door behind me just barely fitting. I can hear Bluster checking through the door but he seems satisfied and moves on. I try to push the door of this tin trap open but, holy shit, you can't open the motherfucker from the inside! Instant panic of stuffy death with crusty jocks stuffed in my face. I can hardly move and I'm hoping Lang comes back but can't yell because Bluster might still be about.

This hole in the wall stinks and I seem to have a javelin or something sticking right up against my balls. Best thing to do is stay calm, I figure, solutions vdll come.

Now ten minutes and no solution com- ing so I fuck it and start to yell. I hear footsteps in the room. In here, I'm in this locker here," I mutter and fmally the door swings open.

I fall out gasping, a madras jock tangling off my nose. It's Ravi Curry, bidian transfer student whose old nian is biggie at the U. Ravi is a little confused.

I got to go to the detendon next weekend for missing that fucking class, but I came out fifteen dollars richer even though my bails sdli hurt from whatever the heli that thing in the locker was. I hope that Ravi don't let any of those giant wrest- lers know I was in that room when they got looted because if he does I'm going to kick his ass back to Bombay.

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The town by the way is Washington D. I got stuck in the same car as Benny Greenleaf, a queer scout from Madison, and the fuck kept playing with my hair all the way dovvTi. We stopped at three different Howard Johnson's on the route but I'm sdli pienty hungry. This team iooks in pretty sad shape; Larry Newton was supposed to meet us at the comer of th and Lenox but he never showed up.

This doesn't bother me too much because now i'li be the surdng guard. Instead I got stuck with shithead Bobby Bishop, a real jockstrap who came down in a stadon wagon with his whoie famiiy. He hates me but he took me as a room- mate because iiis father won't let him sleep with a spade and I'm the only other white man. In the evening we're supposed to watch very specucular fiims of iast year's game but fuck that. Corky Ball, this real light-skinned spade, and I climb out of his window to get laid in the dark secdon of town.

Bali's a great player. I once saw him take a silver dollar from the top of the backboard and he's only about 6'5". He's also a great guy and he had me fixed up with this very fme spade chick. She said she liked my long hair so I told her I vnite poems too. Aiien Ginsberg. We didn't make it back to our rooms untii about midnight and Joe Siapstick was waiting around for our asses. He toid us we couidn't even get dressed for the game 2 nights from now. We both knew we wouid be starting.

There just wasn't enough guys on the team to kick us off. Who was giving a siiit about the game anyway? I had plenty of dope and that great httie biack ass downtown. Slapstick told us to take a shower and nod off. We had two joints each in the shower and went back to my room. Corky beat the ass off Bobby Bishop for squealdng to the coach that we were iate. That poem always reminds me of the Piaza Hotei. Winter After very poor breakfast Joe Siapstick caiis aside Corky and me and iets us know he is giving us another chance and we wouid be starting in the game anyway.

Benny Greenieaf comes in and piays with my ear and teiis me aii about the man I'ii be guarding on the next night. The man I'm guarding happens to be Art Bayior, a cousin of Eigin Bayior who hap- pens to be my favorite piayer.

Benny says the guy drives a iot and I shouid keep one ieg in his crotch just before he starts to drive. Benny demonstrates and rubs his knee against my baiis. After Bermy iias demonstrated on every piayer on the team, someone discovers that Lex Lincob, a center from Ciinton, has incredibie amounts of very up piiis.

We aii go to practice stoned. I iiit incredibie amounts ofjump shots in practice and assure myseif a starting spot in the game. I practiced passing off because I figured I'd be a piaymaker if nothing eise.

Dean Marmeiade hurt his ieg and is out for the whoie toumament. I read in the Washington newspapers a story about me entitied Beatnik Basketbaii Piayer" teiiing aii about my shouider- length hair and my strange hobbies off the court.

What the ruck is this aii about. I'm about to go into the room when Joe Slapstick stops me and tells me that I should run the offense because Ball is too dumb. Bishop and his old man are in the room as I get there. They're probably talking about the story in today'ss paper. I'm sure he hates the idea of a creep like me surting in the game.

I sweated my nuts off for that spot so he can go fuck himself. Winter Coming back ftom the Washington trip today, we stopped at a gas sution in Benny's car and Yogi went around back to use the bathroom. Corky and I went inside to the Coke ma- chine and used some of the handy slugs we had brought along for such situations.

Back to the car again and in a few minutes, Yogi comes whipping out of the bathroom with this big smile on his face. There it was, 25 cents a pack.

I never saw a scumbag ma- chine in N. Cork put in a quarter and waited for the prize but nothing happened. Itfireakedour minds as the bottom of the thing fell out and thousands of packs of scumbags fell onto the floor.

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We knew they'd be big sellers to all the lames in our schools who didn't have the balls to go into a drugstore and ask for a pack. In fact dumb old Corky said, "Well, wouldn t you be uptight to go into a drugstore and ask, 'Three scum- bags, please? No one considered the scene very cool for shit hke that so, after we checked to make sure we had all the rubbers off the floor, we made it back to the car.

Benny sagged back in disappointment and once we got started again the fuck nearly cracked us up into a garbage truck. We sniffed a little junk in the back seat so the next few hours were not too literary for this diary but plenty pleasant for the old head.

In Balti- more, however, we did run into Corky's cousin in a httle food shop. I think she was a fucking whore or something. They rapped for a while and we split, a touching reunion. When we were about an hour from the city, everyone started to blow up the scumbags and send them out the window.

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At an ice cream stand we gave a few blown up rubbers to a little girl, in fact. New Jersey, housewife fucker. Winter I've been hanging around lately, with all the other heads in this dreary neighborhood, at this place called "Headquarters," which is actually just the apt. It's an amazing place where there are usually anywhere between ten and thirty locals hanging them- selves out either laughing insanely from grass giggle fits or simply on the nod fi-om smack.

I've lived here from time to time when my parents give me the toss and woke up here this moming, in fact, after a huge hash goof last night.

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There were about twelve other dudes fell out on the floor when we got each other up for early bird cartoons and the remainder of the hash. Sloppy Eddie wandered in with a case of milk and 36 loaves of bread that he and Willie Appleears clipped fi-om the Grand Union down the block before they opened.

Too bad they don't leave out a couple of pounds of baloney too because we had to go buy that at the all night deli for our moming sandwiches. We plan a big day Brian and I of going up to i68th St. After siiiy hash goofs with other loony heads Brian and I spht and taxi to i68th for the junk juice, but to no avail be- cause the place we hit tums us down because the man's been bugging him about selling it to minors you're supposed to be 21 to cop this stuff. After two more tumaways we almost give up hope when Brian decides to give a cali to oid Johnny Murry, whose been drinking six bottles a day since he was We hit rd and see the place he described right in the shadows of the ballroom where Mal- colm X was gunned down not too long ago.

We wait outside and discuss the fake names we're gonna use in the book you got to sign when you buy this stuff. Brian goes in first and signs the book "James Bond" as he's paying his 2 dollars, then he exits and gives me the o. I enter calmly, "One bottle of Robetussin, piease He got die stuff right next to him on the shelf, in fact.

I sign the book, "Abe Lincob," and give the guy two beans but he holds on to the bottle. I figured I blew with my super fake John Jay, but in- stead he looks at me and says, "No good, I'm afraid Abe al- ready got a bottle this moming," and he points it out to me that some other medicine head already fiiied that one. We decide that two botties is nicer then one so Brian enters again and signs it "George Washington. What a strange little old man.

I reaiiy tiiink that he tiiinks we're on the ievei. But at the rate he's going, he'ii be retired soon just on medicine saies. There were six cats heading toward that store when we left and they aii gave us the cute "I can dig it" face as they passed us and saw our httie bags. We caught a bus back down to Headquarters, got ten beers at the deii because they enhance the head with medicine, and we picked a quiet comer in the iiving room and dovmed the syrup that was going to put us stacked right over the iittie day to day hassies of our post puberty years.

It has a thick taste and all, but you can bear it because you know what's coming after it. Actually, everyone else has spUt the apt. Nothing worse then a loud mouth grass head when you're trying for a nice codeine head. We wait for the stuff to iiit and Brian teiis me about the iittie oid man and woman down the biock that iiave been drinidng tiiis stuff ever since they ran out of the oid sex drive a few years back.

Haif an hour gone past now and Brian asks if it's iiitting. We had about six hours more of good soiid nods and then sat around and rapped siowiy about aii our iittie visual dreams tiiat passed in our heads dear as movies.

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Spring Being a big time basketbail star and aii around iiip mother- fucker at a private schooi, I get to meet a iot of out of sight private schooi chicks, all of them action and plenty rich to boot. I went to visit my current girlfriend, Hedi Hunter, to- day because it's Friday and every Friday her parents go out for big night on the town leaving the apt.

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She lives over on Sutton Place overlooking the East River in about an eighteen room penthouse. Her old man is a big wheel at MGM or something and her old lady owns mucho racehorses and stuff like that. I wouldn't mind putting a little make on her moms as a matter of fact, she's early forties but still in great shape.

So anyway, I tool in and nod to the doorman who knows me by now and lets me right up without the usual C. The elevator cat is a ull spade who used to play semi-pro ball so we rap a lot until I reach the top, get out, give a ring, flip my beret to Harry, the butler, and get greeted by Hedi, all sexy in her great dress.

We eat a little Italian food in the dining room then go up to her room which pans right out over the river with its slow barges and ugly boroughs that surround it. I whip out a little hash and she tosses me her excellent pipe and in ten minutes the view is an awftil lot more pleasing outside. Construction is some heavy stuff over in Long Island City, all those huge girders just sticking up in that old sky like air knives.

But enough for the view and we wrap up for some great nooky and muff away for an hour or so. I never get tired of this scene though I've been coming here for the last two months. The rest of the night we just sit around on Hedi's big bed naked and watch goofy Peter Seller's movies on big color t. I show her action shot of me in the Times while scoring forty against McBumey yesterday. She beams and we fuck again. It's a goof, all this stuff. I'm gonna bring all the dirt heads firom old Madison Square Boys' Club up here some night; they'll freak out in one second.

Finally I realize that I got to meet some friends uptown soon so I split about midnight af- ter checking out what pills I can rob out of her old man's medicine cabinet. I give Hedi the big kiss, munch on a pear and cut out. Winter Got up early this Sat. It wasn't any hassle slipping away the books off the table and into the cut-away inner lining of my coat while Al rapped some shit to the guy about how rude the raffle sellers that came to his building were and that he was here to issue a complaint.

We started selhng around Sherman Ave. The donkey Irish around here would buy anything in the name of God's Holy Legion so this, you see, is easy bread for crooks hke us on any given gloomy Sat. So our luck began to dwindle a bit as we hit the Jewish section of the neighborhood up the hill in ritzy Overlook Terrace, but, still, within an hour or two we were both down to one book each and anxious to get rid of them so we could go get high somewhere.

So we're working this building back down on th St. He raps on a door and out comes this piece of twat older woman in a tiny little frilly nightgown, oh my lord, what a pair of tits has she! I could have choked on the spot. Yes, and we go right in and sit right over on the couch as we wait for her to come back with two tall screwdrivers, sitting right be- tween the two of us.

So halfway through the drinks she reaches her hand down our pants and twiddles away to our things, tuga-tug tuga. Zippers down I won't describe too much There's nothing like unexpected sex, especially when selling raffles for the American Legion, so we both came in a matter of minutes, she licking her fingers off and zipper- ing back up our pants just like in the dirty books I used to hide under my rug a few years before.

Actually I think they're still there. But that was that, and out the door we went, invited back anytime. Nice lady, and you would be surprised at the number of women like her. Some just hke to tease you by answering the door in skimpie outfits and all, but others ac- tually invite you in and follow up.

Any salesman knows this is true, not just a story in the movies, and you can bet I got her apt. But Al still has one book to go and here he is still trying to get rid of it. Finally he loses control and when some old lady don't answer the door, he starts yelling like crazy otto or something and saying how- she hates the church and how doomed she is in the name of the Lord and pounding away all along. Then she opens up the peekhole on her door and tells Al tliat he better be cool or else she's gonna call the man on him.

Al goes right up to the peek- hole instead and surts making incredible faces at the old bug- ger and, dig this, she pokes a giant pencil right into Al's mug, drawing blood from all over the lip. I had to laugh my nuts apart at the genius of tliis lady, but Al seemed to fail to get the joke and after spitting a giant goober all over the old bag s door, he ran out of the house and into the street, raging like some insane monk.

With Al's Hp pouring with blood, we decided to fuck the last book and pool our eamings for a spoon of cocaine. And that's exactly what we did and for the rest of the day we ran around rapping with that great cocaine buzz and tinge and feeling just fine. Spring Wiliie Bender, the king of the drunks in this neighborhood, kicked off today. They found him dead on a park bench right across the street from the Bucket Of Blood, the only bar in the whoie of Manhattan that wouid stiii give him credit.

It was a sad end of an era in a way. WiUie was famous for going on the wagon for one month or so and then freaking onto a four or five month binge that would mean almost 2 qts. He drank Hke a fish. Lots of taste too.

He'd think nothing of going drinking on the park benches with us when we were sdil too young to drink in the bars and he couid rap right aiong without sounding like a shithead boring drunk. He hved in the park, as a matter of fact, in one ofthe pretdest secdons, where he wouid refer to a huge green fieid as his living room and a bench right beside it as his bedroom. If anybody was ever caught on that bench, he would attack them right off it, then sit around and weep that people had no respect invading a person's bedroom like that.

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