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I love comics!
 
I love the Palazzo del Té in Mantua,
where the Gonzaghi used to play! 
 
I love the verbose and eloquent
prose style of the 19th century!
 
I love the striated textures of the brush!
 
I love animals!
 
I love energetic creative people!
 
I love the idealistic hippy dippy world
I thought this would be!
 
I love the prosperous contentment
of old American inner-ring suburbs!
 
I love the idea that you can be
half blind and still see the best in everything,
though you are dead wrong!
 
I love the spooky glow of a warm tube!
 

I love mid century modern everything!
 

I love a photo that tells a story!
 
I love all the brave souls
who came out for the
Labor Day Parade in 1909!
 
I love knowing that my
favorite artist of the 80s, Basquiat,
lived in Modena a year before I did,
and dated Madonna!
 
I fell in love with the
glittering streamlined movie sets
of the 1930s and have never grown
tired of them!
 
I love anything that rhymes with
"Gertz"
because that was a silly gay slang term
around Balaban's when I was known as
Chef Tony!
 
I love complexity in 3 dimensions!
 
I love old Gibsons that look like
the first electric guitar I ever played,
which I borrowed from David Udell!
 

Man, I’m late for the bus, Hippie says, already entranced by the puppy. I got a triple shift this weekend. Where’d you get the puppy, Lisatta? Look at that belly. What a good little pooch.

Doc, just let me show you his trick, it’s fast, Lisatta says, squinting over her cigarette. Hippie was so beautiful none of us could barely look at her; tall, golden skinned, red headed, her eyes blue shocks under silken bronze lids, freckles galore, suspended in high tension between Hippie heaven and wholesome days of yore; square, determined chin, upthrust and tough—oh, how I liked my girls tough and ready!

I can make him poop whenever I want, now just watch, Hippie says, and she sets the pup down on the sketchy stretch of weed-lawn between the sidewalk and the curb. 

Now, this was all outside the Party Hearty Playpen, a slum rowhouse over on the other side of the highway from our new place, and the neighbors were all out there on they steps, like us, drinking beers, shirts off, the one youngest sister pregnant, the other holding her dirty baby on her hip, pacifier stuck in his tiny maw.  

Lisatta puts that little pup down, like I said, and grabs him right around his fat belly and squeezes it good with both hands, cigarette tilted up out of her mouth. That’s how I do it, Hippie says, standing back, swinging her long torso up, flicking an ash and smiling with perfect West Side teeth. Doc watches the puppy with us, sniffing the weeds, wagging his tiny tail, looking happy.

I gotta go, Doc says, and Lisatta says, no, he’s gonna poop all over the place any minute, just watch, and I say, Lisatta, Doc’s got to go to work, he’ll miss his damn bus, and Lisatta says I can take him later, and Doc says, I can’t be late again, Herbie’ll kill me, and I say, Hippie, he fired you before and hired you right back, so you know he’ll hire you again, cause who’s he gone get who’ll work for our wages anyway? While the pup just kept sniffing, making Lisatta impatient, so she gives him another big squeeze.

Finally the puppy just squats down and lays a little yellow pup turd right there on the sidewalk and Lisatta crowed and laughed and fussed over him so much you couldn’t have said which of them was cuter, her or the dog.

Horse had a watch, and he checked it and said, holy shit, Doc, your bus is almost here, you better get to running.


Read the rest of this story next week.

I really
really really really
really really really really
really really
really really really really
really
love girls!
 

But girls don't love me!
Except you guys! 
All my life I been
looking for love and never got
all that much of it back
until Cathy Koch came along!


I can't blame them, though!

You gotta be lovable to be loved!
 
I love how little it once took
to be scandalously sexual!
 
I love a girl with a guitar!
 
I love all my hundreds of gay friends
so much that I pretend
to cater to their unorthodox desires!
 
I love sexual images
that have an unsexy innocence!
 
I love my kitten cat Buttercup!
 
I love it when sexy pin up girls
have to rough it in rustic country cabins!
 
I love attention, but not as much
as a nearly naked blonde
on an old American couch!
 
I love nudity stripped of temptation!
 
I love Italian pop of the 1960s,
especially the songs of
Mina (center) and Adriano Celentano (far right)!
 
Do you love me?

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