who in the hell is tom jones?

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 scratch-

ing, 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 heli-

coptor 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


the 34 year old

came back in. she had

pissed all over her-

self 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.