My arch enemy at the top chooses Beck, so I choose Mr. White. Me and Jack, after waving goodnight to Iggy and the MC5, proceed to stagger around the dirty streets of Detroit. After hitting up an all night cafe we go back to an old, dirty, abandonded apartment. I take his hat and he takes my heart. I'm his apple blossom and he gets behind me. Facial hair ravaging ensues in sandpapery adultery. On and on. Oooh John. I then fetch a canvas and paint with our passionate love sweat. All night and into the morning. He says I do not know what love is, so I slap him. Little did I know, he is into that kind of thing. Masochist sighs and groans. Sweet love! Love sweet love. Then it begins to rain and the roof leaks upon us, soothing the heat and fire we have made. On the bedpost horror and cuffed terror is only a watered down version. I was lucky enough to be in this scenario when Jukebox (a small version of Punch) called and asked to go to see a new foreign film they were showing. I had to decline as he has no knowledge of foreign film and just wanted to impress me. I turn to Jack and just laugh. He then disposes of himself and I follow out the door. WE are going to see this new film (to keep our high brow intellectual ways intact) and our arrival. We see pretentious conceptual art and hints of postmodern art. Metzger is there and I turn to see......Jukebox and his hideous leech, Beck. We catch each other's eyes and meet in the center. I spit out references to obscure 18th century literature and he starts to quote the "lesser known" beat poets and the like. I grab a bronze, beautifully made, spectacular, fantastic Bowie statue, made by a friend of mine, and begin to imaginary destroy it (as a form of art). Jukebox, now turned into the more hip and cool version of himself, Punch. He and Beck begin their vile, obscene shenanigans on the hair skin rug. Then they begin to speak in French. I am now aware of it all. It was a trick, THIS IS the foreign film he spoke of. I see the camera and I feel cheated. I reach into my invisible pocket and pull out an invisible bomb. I start it and place it on the invisible table and Jack and I walk out. I see the imaginary building blow up and imaginary pieces of Jukebox and Beck all around. Ah confetti!
MQ: Thuh Wyte Strypes