Maybe another candy bar would jump-start Henry, more coffee he thought. Coffee and candy for breakfast.
In Wah Wah Coffee Shop, Muddy Waters on the box, Henry particularly loved “King Bee” and “I’m Ready,” the stuff Muddy did with Johnny Winters. Muddy a heart as big as a deer, the King Buddha of the universe, waves of love flowing outward from his heart.
In the old days Henry figured Muddy could make it rain—It was the stuff of Orgone Energy, Wilhelm Reich, orgasm sex rays rising into the heavens, spreading universal love, making it rain.
Henry mad or high enough to believe he could make it rain in those days.
Henry’s mind—then and now, A queer world, a roller coaster ride, the past forgotten as a matter of psychic survival, ZEN>
Henry's dream— to be known as a poet and writer some, to ramble through the USA and read in coffee shops and bars, to make it rain for folks.
Henry and Muddy Waters could make it rain alright.
When Charles Bukowski was asked how he got through life? He said, “
One candy bar at a time…” Buk funny in a dark way, a horrific humorist, the wino spinning out modern Twainisms .
Henry almost
awake, slumped in his chair. At Wah Wah Coffee Shop early enough to
get a good chair and to be left alone.
The world is full of
everything you can imagine and Henry wanted none of it, he had enough,
he didn’t need anymore—
Aside: Henry often pricked himself with a needle to provoke feeling.
There
was nothing new under the sun— There was technological innovation to
boot— A new robot, a new gun, a robot with a gun, flying monkey
robots with guns that carry computers— Onward and out, then forward until they crash. All
the rarified metal and plastic junk ending up in a non degradable
dusty-dung heap.
Two more paragraphs lets keep it cool. When it came to his stories Henry a whore who couldn’t give it away. He would do anything for attention, it was shameful.
Burnt out, wanting to end it here, wanting to get to the essence of it quickly, so here it is the ultimate lazy man's ending, a quote.
“THE
EDGE, there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who
really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
Hunter S. Thompson
