care for a
drink.
she ran her eyes
over the menu
then said she guessed
she’d have the
sake
which I
ordered.
and when the drink
arrived
she picked it
up
sipped
then quickly set it
down
looking disgusted.
“what’s the matter?”
I asked.
she replied,
“why is this
stuff
hot
?”
FAME AT LAST
I turn on the landing lights and head for the
runway where the crowd waits.
what a fucking farce
but I’ve got to play it out.
the plane rolls to a stop.
I step down into the crowd,
mikes in face, cameras on.
I answer questions
on the run.
really can’t be bothered, you know.
I shove through.
they make you feel important.
Jesus, don’t they have anything else to do?
a young girl screams my name.
I give her the finger.
there, that’ll hold her.
where was that whore when I was
living on boiled weenies?
I finally fight my way to the limo.
couple of babes in there.
well, what the hell.
somebody else in there.
forget his name.
he hands me a drink.
now, that’s better.
I tell the driver, “get the fuck out
of here!”
we move out.
the guy who handed me the drink
says, “we got you booked on Letterman
tomorrow night.”
I drain my drink.
“fuck that, I’m not going!”
“but it’s national tv!”
“fuck ’em! fix me another drink!”
we are on the freeway then,
going somewhere.
my place? a hotel? I don’t know.
one of the babes asks me a
stupid question.
I don’t bother to answer.
everybody’s stupid, it’s a stupid, stupid
world.
I’m all alone.
I get the second drink, slam it down.
“stop the car!” I yell at the
chauffeur, “I want to drive!”
“but, sir, we’re on the freeway!”
“stop the fucking car!”
nobody says anything,
the babes or the guy talking about
national tv.
the chauffeur works his way to
the shoulder, parks it, gets out,
opens the door.
I climb out.
“you,” I tell him, “sit between the
whores!”
he does as I say.
I get in front, put it in drive and
slide into traffic.
it’s been a long hard month.
I open the limo up, real power, it’s
cool.
“somebody fix me another
drink!” I yell back at them.
it’s been a long month, a long
one.
I’ve got to
unwind!
doesn’t anybody else realize what it’s like to
be alone at the
top?
PARTY OF NINE
“Hitchcock, party of nine!”
someone shouted.
and here they came, my god,
some with zippers open, others
with their shirts hanging out,
coats flung over their shoulders,
grinning and belching, nine fellows
out for a good time!
they sat down and began
beating on the table demanding
drinks and while the pounding
was going on, one of the men
made a crude remark
to the waitress, must
have been funny for they all started
LAUGHING , a couple of them nearly falling
off their chairs.
then some of them got up,
began grabbing drinks from nearby tables
to the astonishment of
the other patrons,
gulped the drinks down,
and then one of them began a striptease;
disrobing as the others
applauded
he stripped quickly to his
red and blue shorts.
I mean, these fellows were determined to have
a GOOD TIME !
some of the other
diners began shouting at
them:
“ ASSHOLES !”
“ SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP !”
“ GO SOME PLACE ELSE !”
but they didn’t seem to hear as
their drinks arrived.
then they started yelling their
orders at the waiter:
“ I’LL HAVE ROAST LAMB AND
APPLESAUCE! ”
“ I’LL HAVE THE GRILLED TROUT! ”
“ I’LL HAVE YOUR ASS ON A PLATTER! ”
“ I’LL HAVE …”
as the police suddenly arrived the fellow in
red and blue shorts rose and said,
“what’s the matter, officer?
we’re only having fun!
what the hell’s wrong?”
“yeah,” said one of the others, “what the
hell’s wrong?
we’re only having fun.”
then the lights went out.
a woman screamed.
chairs scraped on the floor
as people began to leave their tables.
outside, sirens were approaching.
the party of nine
ran back outside
drink.
she ran her eyes
over the menu
then said she guessed
she’d have the
sake
which I
ordered.
and when the drink
arrived
she picked it
up
sipped
then quickly set it
down
looking disgusted.
“what’s the matter?”
I asked.
she replied,
“why is this
stuff
hot
?”
FAME AT LAST
I turn on the landing lights and head for the
runway where the crowd waits.
what a fucking farce
but I’ve got to play it out.
the plane rolls to a stop.
I step down into the crowd,
mikes in face, cameras on.
I answer questions
on the run.
really can’t be bothered, you know.
I shove through.
they make you feel important.
Jesus, don’t they have anything else to do?
a young girl screams my name.
I give her the finger.
there, that’ll hold her.
where was that whore when I was
living on boiled weenies?
I finally fight my way to the limo.
couple of babes in there.
well, what the hell.
somebody else in there.
forget his name.
he hands me a drink.
now, that’s better.
I tell the driver, “get the fuck out
of here!”
we move out.
the guy who handed me the drink
says, “we got you booked on Letterman
tomorrow night.”
I drain my drink.
“fuck that, I’m not going!”
“but it’s national tv!”
“fuck ’em! fix me another drink!”
we are on the freeway then,
going somewhere.
my place? a hotel? I don’t know.
one of the babes asks me a
stupid question.
I don’t bother to answer.
everybody’s stupid, it’s a stupid, stupid
world.
I’m all alone.
I get the second drink, slam it down.
“stop the car!” I yell at the
chauffeur, “I want to drive!”
“but, sir, we’re on the freeway!”
“stop the fucking car!”
nobody says anything,
the babes or the guy talking about
national tv.
the chauffeur works his way to
the shoulder, parks it, gets out,
opens the door.
I climb out.
“you,” I tell him, “sit between the
whores!”
he does as I say.
I get in front, put it in drive and
slide into traffic.
it’s been a long hard month.
I open the limo up, real power, it’s
cool.
“somebody fix me another
drink!” I yell back at them.
it’s been a long month, a long
one.
I’ve got to
unwind!
doesn’t anybody else realize what it’s like to
be alone at the
top?
PARTY OF NINE
“Hitchcock, party of nine!”
someone shouted.
and here they came, my god,
some with zippers open, others
with their shirts hanging out,
coats flung over their shoulders,
grinning and belching, nine fellows
out for a good time!
they sat down and began
beating on the table demanding
drinks and while the pounding
was going on, one of the men
made a crude remark
to the waitress, must
have been funny for they all started
LAUGHING , a couple of them nearly falling
off their chairs.
then some of them got up,
began grabbing drinks from nearby tables
to the astonishment of
the other patrons,
gulped the drinks down,
and then one of them began a striptease;
disrobing as the others
applauded
he stripped quickly to his
red and blue shorts.
I mean, these fellows were determined to have
a GOOD TIME !
some of the other
diners began shouting at
them:
“ ASSHOLES !”
“ SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP !”
“ GO SOME PLACE ELSE !”
but they didn’t seem to hear as
their drinks arrived.
then they started yelling their
orders at the waiter:
“ I’LL HAVE ROAST LAMB AND
APPLESAUCE! ”
“ I’LL HAVE THE GRILLED TROUT! ”
“ I’LL HAVE YOUR ASS ON A PLATTER! ”
“ I’LL HAVE …”
as the police suddenly arrived the fellow in
red and blue shorts rose and said,
“what’s the matter, officer?
we’re only having fun!
what the hell’s wrong?”
“yeah,” said one of the others, “what the
hell’s wrong?
we’re only having fun.”
then the lights went out.
a woman screamed.
chairs scraped on the floor
as people began to leave their tables.
outside, sirens were approaching.
the party of nine
ran back outside
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