Brooklyn Cherry POP!

Frosh Dorm View

Woke up choking! Sick, dizzy, not my room, “where am I?” and at that, naked too! Grabbed my shorts, Lungs airless, & legged it to the john for to barf out the blockage. “BOOOAAAAK!!” She comes in concerned, giving care, for a moment suitable ruach (a breath) & then (again) the wind pipe stops. Swallowed hard. Harder. HARDEST! A nice girl, takes me back to bed, rubs my chest, I remember the night: A party somewhere, FOUND: an abandoned keg, and myself at 18 a thirsty drunk (and not w/out some talent!) Made it home somehow & in sky high spirits, she asked me in, obliged. (w/ gusto!) My First Times. (Though that the other night before she had slid me in unaware, ridden a moment yet, girls are allowed to rape boys, nay, encouraged!)

Taking stock: Just friends, warm in bed, something in my throat, excused myself that I might get sorted, back to my own “crib”. [it being the very late 90s & all] First things first, try again to yak out the trouble, did so: large lump rises out my gullet & into my mouth:

GRAB IT! (Got it.) PULL IT! (Uguchlchk!)

What thoughts (if any) were had about dis revoltin’ development?

Shit’s Fucked up.

Proposed course of action?

Make a tea, smoke a bowl, let it be.

Girl next door thinks otherwise, called Grandfather M.D. “Rush him to the hospital.” Whisked away by Shannon & Diane, angels both. The Brooklyn emergency room in perfect chaos (Yankees World Seriesing as we speak) Mets fan ran an IV talking shit, I tell him “look”. My vein blew up like a frickin’ ping pong ball! “is it okay if I pass out?” fading into sick lightness “No.” Didn’t. Doctor supposes I’ve come down with a severe case of too much drink. Given something to knock me out/fight infection.

Nurse takes me into a small recovery room, tells me to get some rest. The meds kick in STRONG, ready to shut off...BUT! Look! The IV line’s too short. Can’t sleep or the line rips out, fought it an hour, couldn’t even shout. Gripped the Bar, Just Hold On! A Study In Eternity. (I’d seen a Batman Cartoon once w/ him in a similar situation, the idea being that if the line ripped out he’d die, (air straight to heart?) that being the impression I was under, when I asked Mike he said it was bullshit, so it almost certainly is!) Nurse comes in, I weakly gesture my situation, she freaks! Problem fixed, I pass OUT.

Woke to a very worried Shannon & Diane (angels both, worth repeating) Given soup, hugs, couldn’t thank them enough. Feeling better, though at the very least; Frazzled. Taken home (In time for Futurama) Incapacitated in my bed, well spent, She walks in slowly & quietly, Aww fuck: I forgot. She sat & again gave care. Was I okay? Yeah, I was, thank you. Two smiles. Life is fun.

705 Pantas Hall Circa 1999

Over @ Only Maybe
Human Boy USA
A chaotic cut up of my 8 Dimensions of "Mind" class work.
My style not being nearly experimental enough and all!