October 12th, 1985
Dog carcass in ally this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city's afraid of me, I've seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters are full of blood, and when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all there sex and murder will foam up around there waists. Then all the politicians will look up and shout "SAVE US!!!!" and I'll whisper "no". All those liberals and intellectuals and smooth talkers, and all of a sudden no one can think of anything to say. Tonight, a comedian died in New York, somebody knows why. somebody knows.