Take a shot in front of D. L. Probing for a vein in my dirty bare foot. . . Junkies have no shame. . . They are impervious to the repugnance of others. It is doubtful if shame can exist in the absence of sexual libido. . . The junky's shame disappears with his nonsexual sociability which is also dependent on libido.
I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It's my way of talking to the world.