Wednesday, June 11, 2014


Watching Johnny Thunders shooting up 
and nodding off in the East Village

Watching Johnny Thunders hitting 
Spacely with his guitar at the Mudd Club

Watching Johnny Thunders covered 
in blood in his bathroom

I wonder if Johnny Thunders knew how to knit.

I wonder if he ever read Henry James.

I wonder if he could make a soufflé. 

I wonder if he ever tried to dance like Fred Astaire.

I blame myself for wondering these things. 

When I was little, someone used the word Ph.D when
I was sitting at the table eating cereal. How do you get 
a Ph.D? I asked. It’s easy, the Doctor told me: you just 
have to write about something that no one has ever 
written about before.

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