Plunk. — Man like go ahead I mean I’m for everybody doing what they want to do man… plunka plunka — I mean that’s how it ought to be everybody doing their own…
— Tell you something Al, if I did what I want to do right now you’d go out of here in a God damned sack. Now get this one up off the…
— Man look I mean he’s having this identity crisis man don’t hassle him…
— Great, all for him doing what he wants to too just tell him to go have it someplace wait, here God damn it give me that…
— Man like let him keep it what is it, I mean…
— It’s a Wide Man what the hell does it look damn it let go of it! he twisted a turbaned figure clutching a casket from the desperate grasp — bring them up Christmas Eve I’ll tell them the story of Baby Jeeter and the Three Wide Men right now just get them both the hell out of here… he followed her hitching gait as far as the tub where she stopped to finally free the other leg, followed the flap of sandals to the door where he dragged in a bundle of newspapers.
— Man like how did we know you’ll still be here this morning… She balled the denim under an arm, shook the plaid legs out their full length — I mean like Bast he didn’t come back yet?
The newspaper bundle cleared QUICK QUAKER to slide off and settle among lampshades and he turned to drag in a carton, — last I heard he was in Ohio…
— Oh wow. I mean like where’s that. She held up the plaids — like I got him these bigger pants but I mean you really need them man. I mean like what happened.
He heaved the carton up past 
, dragged two more in past the sink — what do you mean what happened.
— I mean you ought to see yourself man, like I mean once they gave Al this kidney test where he pissed purple right down the front of your pants and this black all over your face I mean you look like you didn’t even shave since I saw you…
— Wash and shave as soon as I get these God damned boxes in been moving boxes around this God damned place since I…
— Man look out you busted the, don’t throw it!
— Where in, what the hell…
— What does it look like I mean it’s about a million book matches, I mean I just told you it’s busted don’t try and throw it didn’t I? Now look what you did you got them dumped all over the…
— All right! look just get the corner there and push it in will you? Who the hell’s sending a case of matchbooks…
— Man like who the hell’s sending anything and I mean what are you pushing all these boxes in there around for anyway, you found your Tootsie Rolls?
— What my, no my notes no looking for a typewriter have to type this whole God damned thing over again cheese and tomato all over it where you and Bast…
— Me and Bast what man I mean like Schramm’s typewriter it’s right in by those brown books, I mean all this work you said you came here to do and you…
— Yes well God damn it look! get anything done here, get through one simple sentence without somebody banging on the door troop of idiots comes in to rehearse phone ringing…
— Man like so let it ring… she was unwadding a tattered scrap of newspaper — I mean like why answer it then.
— Because I’ve been waiting for a call… he scaled a bundle over Appletons’—waiting for an important call, now what…
— Look man I mean I just need to make like this one call okay?
She turned away to reach up and dial, drew his eyes up — whole God damned reason I’m trying to get this work done…
— Hello? Like did you have this ad in the paper about… hello? I mean look my friend showed me this ad in the paper where you want this girl to… No but like for how much, I mean… no but I mean like what do you want me to do screw a horse in… what like right now? I mean I can come now if… ask for Mister what? Like c h… i? c i…? No man I mean I know where the hotel is I’m coming right down… She sank to 24–12 Oz Btls Fragile! to tie a moccasin — man like these pants I just brought you, I mean like can you give me five dollars?
— Five what do you, you didn’t bring them to me I didn’t ask you for them look I’ve got a suit to pick up at Tripler’s why the hell would I want…
— Man like walk into Triplets like that I mean they’d call the police, I mean look man these cost eleven ninety-seven look at the tag and I mean I need cab fare they said come right down for this inter…
— Christ here take the five dollars… he straightened up from the last bundle of newspapers — well now wait what, you just sold them to me what the hell are you putting them back on for.
— Man like I’m borrowing them I just said I have to go to this interview, it’s like some publicity thing I mean how do I know what they want me to do… her leg gaped fighting a foot back into the plaid from 24–12 Oz Btls Fragile! — screw a horse in Macy’s window?
— God damndest customer loyalty to Macy’s… he heaved the last bundle toward Appletons’, lifted the door closed — how they ever earned it from such a discriminating…
— Man like once I bought this rug there you know…? She got the other foot in, got up pulling them high — and I mean when it came the color really stank so like I returned it and then they keep sending me these fucking bills for it, like I mean I write to them and I go in there and I mean they won’t stop man… she was down rolling a cuff up inside — so like it’s a year later I’m trying to get this real job someplace working I mean I even buy these clothes and everything for it, so when I come in they say they’re informed I have this lousy credit reference for this fucking rug I never paid for and like I don’t get the job I mean that was the last time man, I mean the last time… she fought the clasp — I mean this way I save them all this grief of some spaced out old bag writes these sales slips and sending you these bills and lawyer letters it’s like simpler for everybody I mean what’s wrong with that…
— Can’t argue with you no… he pulled off his shirt, — Grynszpan has a similar arrangement here with the Edison Company… he leaned close over the torrent at the sink looking into the cookie tin top — Christ…
— Oh wow, man I mean turn around a little… she paused closer pulling on the raincoat, — like I mean that must have been some screwing man…
— What are, what do you think you…
— Man like what do you think I think, you were out picking blackberries? Like all these old fingernail scars right down your back man I mean she was really hanging in, like who was it that black haired chick?
He shuddered at her blunt finger run down from his shoulder, turned abruptly backed against the sink there — but what do you, how did you…
— Man like what’s wrong I mean ljust asked was it that black haired chick you were balling that time… she got the door, — I mean I bet she really stayed screwed…
He turned back slowly to the sink gripping its edge — Christ, what… reached suddenly up to seize his shoulder and try to bring it under his twisted gaze, then as abruptly thrust his head under the torrent, banged it on the tap coming up — God damn it… wiping his face, trampling film cans, reaching up a wet hand — hello…? No he’s… said he was having calls transferred to this number yes but he’s not here, who… who? Can’t accept a collect call from Mrs Eigen no, I… look operator I’ll tell Mister Eigen she’s trying to reach him but… said I can’t no! goodbye…
The gum wad bounded off the sill, rose, dropped again. He tipped the bottle over the empty cup — all I need right now little encouragement from Marian… he came down on H-O with the blue folder, set the cup aside emptied again — just need to loosen up a little, run through the rest of this before I type it where the, one eyed, good eye yes the good eye could now peer into Aris tripods here, tripods of Hephaestus which, says the poet, of their own accord entered the assembly of the gods, if, in like manner, the shuttle would weave and the plectrum touch the lyre without a hand to guide them, chief workmen would not want servants, nor masters slaves. For though the tale how for art’s sake Wilde had faced Leadville’s bullies to a standoff continued to amuse long after he’d withdrawn to join the compost smoldering in Europe with Pater’s recipe for, fueled by Pater’s no. The tale no. For though, and though the, for now the tale…