| Mark- When I met Brian, I was hustling outside a bar in San Francisco. Right after the great 'summer of love.' You remember the summer of love . . . one of those many American revolutionaries that gets about as far as TIME Magazine and then farts to a quick finish. Well, after the summer of love, winter came. Which was the last thing anyone expected. And suddenly it got very cold. People were starving to death in the streets. Very colorful-you would have liked it. Anyways, Like everyone eles, I was very hungry, very desperate . . . the whole scene. So there I was one night, like many other nights, selling it down on Market Street, I wasn't very good at it, but it was paying the rent, and Brian walks up to me . . . I didn't know him of course . . . he walks up and asks me the time. Right? Well, I did my little number about time for what or how much it was worth to him . . . I figured anybody who'd come on to me with an old line like that was good for a fast twenty. And all of the sudden, he starts explaining what time was worth to him . . . Philosophy! On Market Street. And before I know it, he's in to the concepts of history, cyclical and lineal configurations, Hebraic and Greco-Roman attitudes, repetitive notions . . . time warps even! Jesus, I thought, I've got a real freak on my hands! And he's talking and talking and talking and I'm thinking I've got to score soon because it is getting late and I need bread and I'm hungry . . . But I can't get rid of him. I walk away, and he walks away with me. I go inside the bar and he goes inside the bar. A real 'fuck bar.' I figured this has got to shake him. Right? Nothing. He doesn't even notice. People are humping on the tables practically and he's quoting Aristotle to me and White head and elaborating on St. Thomas Aquinas' definition of sin . . . completetly oblivious to everything that was around him! I thought I was losing my mind. Finally, I said, 'Look, man, I haven't eaten in a long time, and I'm getting a headache. Why don't we talk business before I starve to death?' And he bought me dinner! I couldn't believe it. I mean what the hell did he want from from me? And he never stopped talking. Never. |