Journal Entry #8 before Seeing Mickey Bykov Again In the aquarium, the hammerhead shark glides underwater, a nun's trapped passion as she stalks a classroom's aisle while visualizing a minuscule Christ doing chin ups on a toothpick suspended like a trapeze swing from her pubic hair. In the movie theater, in the exact spot where 2 red lines intersect on a map, the popcorn seller strokes Larry Volker's dick in the storage room until, impulsively deciding he’s a commie, she throws him out. When the local goldbricker finally makes an honest buck he waves it in the air while walking naked and unashamed on water in his dreams. As he disappears across the mill pond he hears behind him a saxophonist blowing a solo on a soda straw. Look here: in the photo I'm  the short one holding a battered toolbox in the background.   Earl's the Amarillo dude next to me, pining for Buddy Holly.   And in the foreground the woman with knuckles the size of a horse's anklebones, she's the succubus who showed Jesus where the god in him began.