I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks - about the time of the garbage strike out there, and one night my 34 year old woman arrived and she said, "I want to see my rival." She did and then she said, "o, you're a cute little thing!" Next I knew there was a screech of wildcats - such screaming and scratching, wounded animal moans,
blood and piss. . . I was drunk and in my shorts. I tried to seperate them and fell, wrenched my knee. Then they were through the screen door and down the walk and out into the street. Squadcars full of cops arrived. A police helicopter circled overhead. I stood in the bathroom and grinned in the mirror. It's not often at the age of 55 that such splendid things occur. Better than the Watts riots. The 34 year old came back in. She had pissed all over herself and her clothing was torn and she was followed by 2 cops who wanted to know why. Pulling up my shorts I tried to explain.