Issue 10, Fall 1955
The gilt girl said, And when we got to bed,he starts in pawing. And he never stops.And nothing happens. Are you drunk? or gay?I said, and then I went back to the barand got this other guy. The empty streetswhispered of stone and hallways, faded roomsno dark would deepen. Later on, we heardthe cops’ cool whistles and the angry guns:Three silent boys called on the guy next door,and left his body lying on the floor.