Every bear for himself. God against all.

An author came in one day. Her editor too. Bonnie and Allie kept giggling. I couldn’t concentrate on what was going on. Allie passed me a note that said, “Look at me and my big dyke hair.” It was pretty funny, I had to admit.  The author had this big blown out hair and seemed kind of self absorbed. 

I wrote back, “I’m a faggot.” Allie glanced at it but didn’t seem to react at all. That ended that. Baker was sleeping and Patches was playing with his computer. Before the lecture Lindy announced that NAMBLA was looking for an editorial assistant. After the lecture was over Patches said, “I already got an interview with them.” We were all jealous. None of us had a job.

“They’re based in San Fran, which is cool, and they have really good benefits.”