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Ah, these drama people, how they love to perform. The Librium just kept dragging on and the boredom began to turn into a kind of indiscriminate lull. I was starting to feel somewhat like a cross between a mushroom and a toad sedated into a clammy haze, so finally I just reached into my shirt pocket and, against my better judgment (since I knew that group scenes and speed just don’t mix for me), popped the single benny I’d been saving for the morrow's projected Norwich stone into my mouth. A few minutes later the toady lull had turned to a state of mild nervous alertness. The charades began to irritate me. Excusing myself to make the head, I pushed in the lock on the door and turned on the faucet to drown out the squeak of hinges as I opened the medicine cabinet to look for likely pills in prescription vials. The old babe had a large jar of Darvon! I scooped out a dozen or so and was pleasantly surprised to find two solitary, peculiar-colored capsules—barbit-uates! I had never seen pills that looked like this before, but somehow you just know these things.

After the party, Gina took me home and I walked in to find all my friends slumped in their usual non-high poses of dejected boredom. That benny still had me kind of nervous, so I made it to a darkened corner and lay back in an old chair, hoping for no hasslement or bullshit from anyone, staring dully into the dark space behind the couch, too speeded to sleep or read but not nearly speeded enough to write, in a kind of depression which made me decide against using any of the Darvons or barbituates, fidgeting slightly and dreaming of a bottle of vodka.

Suddenly Silly Willy burst thru the front door in a shortie Japanese-type bathrobe, eyes gleaming, and said, “Hey, you fuckers! How-would-jew-like-to-rip-yerselves-off A NICE JUICY FUCK TONIGHT?”

Mutt immediately perked up. “What?”

“We got a broad over here and she's fuckin’ with everybody, man! I already got mine, an’ some o’ the guys are goin’ twice!”

I didn’t particularly relish the idea of being something like sixteenth man in line at an Angel gang bang, and even if I were that flipped-out and horny, the Benzedrine I’d taken earlier would have made it pretty near impossible for me to partake in the festivities anyway. However, it didn’t take much perceptivity to know that Willy was drunk, well-soused, and anyway I wanted to observe one of these celebrated good-time-slop Angel gang bangs for once, so I stood up saying “Hey man, can I get in on this too?” figuring that in all the confusion nobody would notice that I’d missed my turn in line to go in the kitchen and tank up.

“Sure,” yelled Willy, “Come one, come all!” Mutt was already practically out the door.

Outside, hurrying down the rutty road in the dark, Willy explained the situation. “We got this broad over here, man, an’ she's jus’ puttin’ out for everybody…. She’ll do anything you want but most ever’-body's gettin’ blow jobs now, cause that ole cunt gits kinda nasty, y’know, after it's had about five guys pumpin’ it right in a row…. Course, if you really wanna git nasty….” In my mind I pictured some dumb scroungy mama laying in the middle of the floor scratching the bugs out of her hair with a distracted look in her eyes while some big greasy hog of an Angel lay on top of her whumping and grunting toward his impatiently-pushed-for Come, the rest of the club lined up behind with their trousers partly pulled down and their cocks hanging, waiting like a line of kids outside the Saturday afternoon box office of a theater. When we got up to the door Willy whirled around suddenly and asked me, neither overly serious nor laughing, but matter-of-factly as a doorman at some semiexclusive club, “By the way, just one thing: are you eighteen?”

“Sure, I’m eighteen.”

“Okay.” And I followed him in. I glanced around for a moment, wondering where the big attraction was. Suddenly I saw it, there in a corner, a chunky slit-eyed aging (21 or so) Juvenile Delinquent type sitting at the end of the couch, with a naked girl crouched in front of him, huddled on the floor and up against