The pimp is one of these vibrations and dietary artists – which is a means he degrades the female sex by forcing his chicks to swallow all this shit. He was continually enlarging his theory . . . he would quick a chick and threaten to walk out if she had’nt memorized every nuance of his latest assault on logic and the human image . ” Now , baby . I got it here to give . But if you won’t receive it there’s hust nothing I can do . ”                                             He was a ritual tea smoker and very puritanical about junk the way some teaheads are ;He claimed tea put him in touch with supra blue gravitational fields . He had ideas on every subject : what kind of underwear was healty , when to drink water, and how to wipe your ass . He had a shiny red face and great spreading smooth nose , little red eyes that lit up when he looked at a chick and went out when he looked anything else . His shoulders were very broad and suggested deformity .  He acted as if other men did not exist , conveying his restaurant and store orders to male personnel throught a female intermediary . And no Man ever invaded his blighted, secret place .                                     So he is putting down junk and coming on with tea . I take three drags , Jane looked at him and her flesh crystallized. I leaped out screaming ” I got the fear ! ” and ran out of the house . Drank a beer in a little restaurant – mosaic bar and soccer scores and bullfight posters – and waited for the bus to town .                                                                               A year later in Tangier I heard she was dead.