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Interview with an Old Folks Home Nurse
(Case of the Masturbating Nuns)
Dege: What to you do?
Nurse: I work in a retirement/assisted living community. I’m a tech…kind
of like a nurse.
Dege: Like an old folks home? What class of old folks resides there?
What kinds of people?
Nurse: Oh, in this one, it’s mostly retired nuns. Probably about 80%.
Dege: Nuns?
Nurse: Yes, nuns getting up in the years and finished with active service
in the church.
Dege: So they send them all to your facility?
Nurse: Yes, but they have others. It’s about 80% retired nuns.
Dege: Wow! So that’s
where the nuns go.
Nurse: Yes.
Dege: Are they nice people?
Nurse: Some of them, but the majority of them are extremely bitchy.
Grumpy. They love to boss you around and are much more demanding than the
other patients.
Dege: Interesting.
Nurse: Yep. They love to nag and bitch and complain all the time.
Dege: Why do you think they’re so cranky?
Nurse: I’d rather not say.
Dege: Oh, going without sex for a lifetime makes you nuts, you think?
Nurse: Probably so. Oh, yeh. But they got other ways.
Dege: What do you mean?
Nurse: They do that to themselves when the lights go out.
Dege: What do you mean…masturbate?
Nurse: Yeh.
Dege: Stop the presses! Old nuns are masturbating in the darkness!
Nurse: (laughing)…you’d be surprised.
Dege: I am surprised…kind of. How often do they masturbate?
Nurse: Not all of them do it. But some of them do it habitually every
night...moaning and making all kinds of noise!
Dege: Whoa!!!!!
Nurse: A couple of them, I have to tuck their arms above the sheets to
keep them from doing it. And I have to tell them, “Sister, you need to get
your mind clean and back with the Lord.”
Dege: That’s nuts. I guess they’re human like the rest of us. What else
do they do?
Nurse: All kinds stuff…mostly they just bark at you. Some them are nice,
but a lot of them are just bitchy.
Dege: Do you think lack of sex has contributed to their weirdness?
Nurse: I guess…I’ve heard some strange stories.
Dege: Like what?
Nurse: I don’t know if I should say.
Dege: Come on! You’ve got to tell me something.
Nurse: I don’t know.
Dege: Please…you’ve got to give me something.
Nurse: Well, I’d heard, like how—back in the day—priests and nuns would be
having sex with one another. You know, occasionally having affairs…and
some of them would get pregnant and have to hide the babies in the walls.
Dege: What the fuck?!!!!
Nurse: That’s what I heard…and from some of the construction people that
tore down a wing of the old convent…that they found babies in the walls.
Dege: You mean, like, live babies???
Nurse: No, little baby skeletons and bones, stuffed in the walls…hidden
away, so they wouldn’t be found out and, I guess, kicked out of the
church.
Dege: That is one of the most insane things I’ve ever heard!
Nurse: They tore down some of the old buildings and added on a whole new
wing…and supposedly that’s what some of the workers found. It was all
hushed up and put away…because it had happened so long ago, no one knew
who did it. And there was more than one.
Dege: More than one baby?
Nurse: Yep.
Dege: I’m speechless. That’s some heavy shit.
Nurse: I know.
Dege: You’re not bullshitting me about any of this?
Nurse: Not at all. That’s just what I heard. Even some of the nuns have
talked about it…about other sisters. Who would make something like that
up?
Dege: I have no idea. That’s simply way out of my league. Nun babies in
the church walls? I’ve got a twisted imagination…but that is just…off the
charts.
Nurse: It’s awful.
Dege: You serious about all this?
Nurse: That’s just what I heard.
Dege: Ok, to recap here, real quickly. Masturbating nuns. Priests and nuns
having sex. Dead or possibly living babies…shoved up and hidden in the
walls to die?
Nurse: Yes…that’s from what I heard.
Dege: You know, considering all the priest–child molestation stuff that’s
been in the news—now that I think about it—this doesn’t seem completely
out of the realm of possibility.
Nurse: I know. It’s a shame to think about.
Dege: It’s an insane world we live in…
Nurse: Yep.
Dege: …getting insaner by the nanosecond.
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Interview with a Call Girl
Dege: What do you do?
Call Girl: I’m a private dancer.
Dege: Anything else?
Call Girl: If they got the money.
Dege: How much?
Call Girl: $300 for the dancing stuff. Another $300 for sex or anything
extra.
Dege: How do you find customers?
Call Girl: I’ve got a friend that has clients. He calls me when he gets a
call and I go to the address.
Dege: Alone? No security or a pimp guy?
Call Girl: Security freaks the customers out. They think he’s the
pimp…there with me.
Dege: Who’s the pimp?
Call Girl: There is no pimp. It’s just a guy who contracts out for the
clients.
Dege: Like an escort service? Does he get a cut?
Call Girl: Yeh, of course…but only for the dancing part and not the extra.
Dege: Right. That’s your business.
Call Girl: Some customers just want a dance, and then they decide they
want more…like, afterward.
Dege: So you handle that side of the business.
Call Girl: Correct.
Dege: How may calls or appointments do you average in a day?
Call Girl: Probably about 3.
Dege: Good money. How long have you been doing this?
Call Girl: About a year.
Dege: Any interesting calls tonight?
Call Girl: I just left a drunk old man’s house?
Dege: What happened?
Call Girl: Motherfucker was drunk and in a wheel chair. This damn man was
crippled.
Dege: Huh?
Call Girl: This man was drunk and fell out of his wheel chair. I couldn’t
get him up off the floor. He was paralyzed and too heavy. I spent an hour
trying to get him back on the bed…after he fell, but he was too fucked up.
Dege: What’d you do?
Call Girl: What could I do? I finished my dance and left him there. I got
other calls to get to and money to make.
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Interview with p/t Gambler
Dege: How’d you get started gambling?
Gambler: The parents of one of my best friends took me to Evangeline Downs
(horse track) in the 60’s. Made my first bet on that day. $2.
Dege: What’s your favorite form of gambling?
Gambler: I’m into that Texas Hold’em right now. I fought it for a long
while and then when it got on the TV and had that big spike, I knew that
just walking up to the tables I’d be better than 90% of the people playing
at that level…at the lower levels…bottom feeding.
Dege: Do you consider yourself a degenerate gambler?
Gambler: Nooooot…really. I’m one of the few that’s got the discipline to
walk away. I read gambling books. I study it, but I’m not addicted to it
at all. I do my homework.
Dege: What’s most money you’ve won in a night of gambling?
Gambler: It was a minute and ten seconds on a horse at the fairgrounds. I
bet a hundred dollars to win and it went off like 20 something-to-1. And I
cashed $2,280.
Dege: What’s the most you’ve ever lost?
Gambler: About $800. Blackjack.
Dege: You go to Vegas?
Gambler: 2 or 3 times a year. I know how to get all the free comps and all
that. One of my sayings is, “There’s no shame in breaking even.” You get
all the comps. Free room, Free drinks. Free meals.
Dege: And you have a good time.
Gambler: Shit, what’s wrong with that? And you get entertainment? Where
can you get that…for nothing?
Dege: You have a strategy when you’re playing?
Gambler: I talk the talk at the tables. A little shit here and there. Have
a good time. Usually, everybody has fun with me and enjoys the game unless
someone’s an asshole…but, hey, that’s my job!
Dege: What form of gambling would you suggest for a beginner?
Gambler: Not horses! Never horses. It’s just too hard. Too brutal…and it
gives you the least edge. I’d suggest blackjack. Get you a book on
counting cards and the game and go from there. Or Limit Hold’em.
Dege: (pointing) What’s that big bag of trash over there on the side of
the road?
Gambler: Probably white trash.
Dege: Are you a Sinatra fan?
Gambler: Love him.
Dege: Favorite song?
Gambler: “Summer Wind.” My favorite period of his is ’55 to ’59, the
Capitol years.
Dege: Seen him live?
Gambler: Twice.
Dege: When and where?
Gambler: Both times at the Super Dome in New Orleans. It was during the
autumn of his years, my friend. The first time was real good, but Dean
cancelled. The second time was horrible, because he was losing it. “I’m
losing it, baby.”
Dege: Yeh?
Gambler: Those were Frank’s last words, by the way, “I’m losing it, baby!”
Dege: When he was dying, you mean?
Gambler: Yeh, Nancy, or one them, was at his death bed and he turned and
said, “I’m losing it, baby!” And then he passed. That’s Frank for
you…always in the game.
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Interview with the Boat Man
Dege: What kind of a boat do you work on?
Boatman: It’s an 86ft utility boat…a Graham Hall. Real common in the Gulf.
Old Man Graham built a bunch of cookie cutter style boats like the one I’m
on, back in the 70’s and 80’s…with a template that he developed…
Dege: Time out for a second. I ask everyone I interview to keep his or her
answers fairly brief, in respect to technical jargon, because I’m going to
have to transcribe this later…
Boatman: Oh, ok. Sorry.
Dege: No big deal. How’d you get started doing this kind of thing?
Boatman: Fell into it after 20 tough years of struggling in Tucson, AZ. I
was homeless, living in a shelter, and ran into a guy from Shreveport
who’d been doing this kind of work. He lined me up on where to go and who
to see. And I fell into this job and now I don’t ever want to work a land
job again.
Dege: What exactly do you do on the boat?
Boatman: Rudimentary maintenance. Oil changes and such. The safe and
effective operation of every mechanical system on the boat whether it’s
the power plants, the generators, the water and electricity…basically
everything the way your home is set up…only this home happens to float.
Dege: How much do you make a year?
Boatman: I, myself, in the position I’m in, make about…$20,000 a year.
Dege: Do you see some cool stuff out there on the water?
Boatman: Water spouts…which are tornados on the water. They’re cool to
watch if you can keep your distance, because they’re dangerous.
Dege: Earlier, you’d mentioned you were homeless. What precipitated that?
Boatman: I was the lead framer for a general contractor, working
construction…and he laid me off. I made a trip to Las Vegas to see my
girlfriend, who happened to be a crazy, heartless bitch. She gambled the
rest of my money away and on the drive back to Tucson, my truck broke down
in the middle of the desert. I had to abandon it there…with about $10,000
worth of tools and stuff. It went down hill from there.
Dege: What’d you do?
Boatman: I was on the streets. Depressed. I’m a God-fearing Christian, so
I just looked for work and lived out of homeless shelters for a year till
this boat work came up.
Dege: How kind of injuries do ya’ll experience out on the boats?
Boatman: Any number of things. You can have a rope or a cable snap and cut
your head off or cut you in two. Or you can get pinned against a bulkhead
and slice you in half. You can have a load from a crane drop on you and
crush you. A swing, in heavy seas, can hit you and break you into pieces
against another load. Lot of stuff can go wrong.
Dege: In your experience, how often would you guess these kinds of
accidents happen out there?
Boatman: Probably more often than most people are aware of…it’s more
dangerous on tugboats, though. I would guess about 2 to 5 people a year
get killed.
Dege: Thanks for talking with me and good luck with everything.
Boatman: You’re very welcome. Are you a writer?
Dege: I guess you could call it that.
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Interview with Whitegirl Gangsta Chick
Dege: Where are you from?
WhiteGirl: I grew up on the east bank! Algiers, baby!
Dege: What brought you here?
WhiteGirl: I wanted to get away from the people that I was around. They
was fucking me over on a bunch of things, so I took my man and came here.
Also, the state wanted me to start taking psychotropic drugs, in order to
keep my two kids, but I wouldn’t do it.
Dege: Why not?
WhiteGirl: I ain’t taking that motherfucking shit! No, no, honey. That
ain’t going to change me. I don’t play that shit.
Dege: So they took your kids?
WhiteGirl: They was gonna take them anyway. I ain’t had no choice.
Dege: Do you have family still there?
WhiteGirl: Just my daddy, but he’s fucked in the head.
Dege: How so?
WhiteGirl: How so? I tell you how so…he fucking beat the shit out of me
since the time I can remember! Raped me! Burned and beat me! What the
fuck! You think I’m gonna stay around there… with him? I hope that
motherfucker is dead, right now, I tell you.
Dege: Sorry.
WhiteGirl: Oh, it ain’t your fault. I just get pissed off when I talk
about that motherfucker.
Dege: What about your mother?
WhiteGirl: My momma died when I was young.
Dege: How did you go about surviving that time, growing up?
WhiteGirl: I’m a survivor. I’m a gangsta. I started dancing in clubs when
I was 15. Dancing in the French Quarter.
Dege: Didn’t they give you shit about your age?
WhiteGirl: They don’t give a shit. It brought in business. They just
pretended not to know…and fixed my papers and all that.
Dege: I’ve noticed that a lot of white people who’ve had tough upbringings
refer to themselves as “gangsta.”
WhiteGirl: Yeh, but I’m the real deal. Try to fuck with me and you’re
gonna see what you get. I don’t play round. I’ll hurt anybody’s
motherfucking ass if they want to fuck with me.
Dege: You’ve been through a lot.
WhiteGirl: I’ve been through too much. Look at me! How old you think I am?
Dege: 27?
WhiteGirl: I just turned 20 two months ago. I never thought I’d see 20.
Dege: Wow. Most people refer to 30 as their sell-by date.
WhiteGirl: Well, I made it to 20 and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m
fucking crazy, but I’m glad to be alive.
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Interview with the One-Legged Disc Jockey
Dege: How you doing?
Disc-Jockey: I’m good and yourself.
Dege: Living.
Disc-Jockey: That’s what I’m talking about.
Dege: I see you’ve got a cane. That’s a nice cane!
Disc-Jockey: That cane’s cuz I’m blind in one eye, missing a leg, and only
got one kidney…and it don’t hardly work none. Diabetes.
Dege: Wow. That’s a lot of stuff going on.
Disc-Jockey: No, that’s a lot of stuff that ain’t going on, no more, but I
make due.
Dege: I see that. Man, you’ve got a good vibe!
Disc-Jockey: Well, I’m an entertainer by trade…a disc jockey. Got back
from Vietnam in ’72 and all I wanted to do was spin records. So that’s
what I done. Got me a business started and went to work.
Dege: And how did that do you?
Disc-Jockey: Beautiful. I loved it. Absolutely loved it. Motown! Spinning
them soul records. Making people feel good. Dancing. Weddings. Parties.
All that stuff, man. I done it all…and made me some money doing it. I was
like a celebrity up in Shreveport. All the people wanted me. Them women,
too. Left a lot jealous men up there.
Dege: People love to hate on you when you’re doing good.
Disc-Jockey: Oh, I know, I know…and I lived it.
Dege: Human nature has got some petty kinks to work out.
Disc-Jockey: Oh, but I loved it. Did it till I got married. My wife wasn’t
having any of that—me being out all night with a bunch of womens around. I
can still dance, though…better then most white folks with two legs!
Dege: Yes!
Disc-Jockey: Don’t doubt it! Don’t doubt it.
Dege: I ain’t. I ain’t.
Disc-Jockey: (laughing) You…alright…with the…what you call it?
Dege: The vibe?
Disc-Jockey: That’s it.
Dege: Right back at you.
Disc-Jockey: Yeh, we used to say that back in the ‘60’s.
Dege: Tell me about Vietnam.
Disc-Jockey: Oh, I hated it. Every minute of it. Officers treated me like
a damn nigger the whole time I was over there. Almost killed me, but I
persevered. I’m an enlightened individual…but of course, they didn’t see
me as that.
Dege: I can tell you’re a sensitive person.
Disc-Jockey: Very sensitive. People try to break you of that. Break you
down. Put you down. But you never let them get to you…even when they do.
Dege: Excuse me for saying this, but you’re a truly inspiring
motherfucker.
Disc-Jockey: I’m just living the life that was given to me.
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Interview with Anus Dude, Walking 3am
Dege: Where you going?
Dude: Away from here (points to a hotel).
Dege: What’s going on? What’s wrong?
Dude: What’s wrong? Ah…I don’t wanna talk about it.
Dege: Come on, man.
Dude: No, dude. It’s seriously fucked up.
Dege: What the fuck happened in there? You didn’t kill anybody, huh?
Dude: Fuck no! This crazy bitch that I picked up in the bar…she…we came
back to her hotel room. We’ve been drinking all night.
Dege: Right.
Dude: We started fucking around and she pulls out this strap-on dildo and
decides she wants to fuck me in the ass! Thing was huge!
Dege: No fucking way!
Dude: (incredulous) Crazy bitch wanted to fuck me in the ass. Can you
believe that shit?
Dege: What’d you do?
Dude: I told her no fucking way! I put my clothes on and got the fuck out
of there.
Dege: What did she do?
Dude: Bitch got all pissed off…at me not letting her fuck me in the ass!
She was set. She lost her shit when I got up to leave. Cussing and
screaming at me and losing it.
Dege: It’s usually the dude that’s the one trying to bust that move…on the
chick.
Dude: I know!
Dege: Weird.
Dude: I’m down with anal sex…but not on me!
Dege: Chick flipped it on you, brah.
Dude: How fucked up is that shit?
Dege: Jailhouse Love. Chicks are getting crafty these days. They’re
crazier than the dudes.
Dude: More like fucking…jailhouse rape!
Dege: Hey, maybe we’re at a place in society where the chicks are going to
be coming at us with some new-heavy women’s lib, revenge shit…that we’re
not ready for.
Dude: Count me out of that shit.
Dege: Come on, dude! It might be the new thing…like snowboarding…or…
Dude: No fucking way. My ass is my property and ain’t nobody sticking
nothing up in it.
Dege: I don’t know, man. This may be a sign of things to come. Sexual
Equality…and this chick is spearheading the movement…pun intended.
Dude: Absolutely not ever. No. Not with my fucking ass.
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Interview with the Number Man
Dege: Do you like to gamble?
NumberMan: I will bet your ass on a frog hopping across the street—on one
leg—whether or not he’ll get run over. I was born to gamble…and I will
find something to fucking bet money on…from a sucker game to frog hopping.
Dege: What’s your best game?
NumberMan: Shooting pool among other things. All’s I do is numbers—All day
long. Everything has a number—how fast you’re going, if you hit that pole.
It’s simple numbers. I look ahead and I see the numbers coming—more often
than it should be. A lot of it has to do with counting cards. It’s all
numbers. I talk a lot shit. I’m probably more likely to walk into a bar
and get in a fight before you because you’re quiet. It’s simple; what you
do creates more numbers. You either open or you close the numbers off to
yourself. Same as on the card table as in life. You have to see what the
numbers are falling like and make a decision. You can play trends or you
can play basic numbers. It’s all a number. That tree over there is a five.
(pointing) Those chicks are 9’s. That guy’s a dork, he looks like a 2.
Dege: (pointing across the street) What about that crazy looking stray dog
across the road?
NumberMan: Uh…he’s kind of mangy…but he’s got some guts. He’s like a 7.5.
Dege: I like those odds.
NumberMan: You want to make a bet?
Dege: Pass.
NumberMan: Smart man.
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Interview with the Love Lady of the Charity Ward
(Nurse’s aid)
LoveLady: I had to deal with a schizo today.
Dege: What was he doing?
LoveLady: Just being violent and crazy…threatening to knock things around.
Dege: That sucks. You didn’t get hurt or nothing, huh?
LoveLady: No, fortunately.
Dege: What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen at the hospital?
LoveLady: This guy that was a musician. He was locked up in the mental
ward. He would sing songs on his guitar and record them.
Dege: He had a tape recorder with him in the ward?
LoveLady: Yes, and he’d record his little songs and then play them back to
us on his little machine…and there’d be another voice singing with him on
the tape.
Dege: What do you mean…like a ghost?
LoveLady: Yes, it was the strangest thing. You could hear it, singing
along with him in the background on each of these pretty songs he’d write.
Dege: Wow!
LoveLady: And we knew…there was no one in there with him, because he was
alone in his room.
Dege: And was it just a regular tape recorder?
LoveLady: Yeh, just a little machine that you play cassettes on.
Dege: What’s the hardest thing about your job?
LoveLady: Well, I work in the disease ward now. I suppose the hardest
thing is watching people die. Not necessarily the old—them too—but the
young people. It’s heart breaking, but it’s part of the job…and you get
used to it, but not so much with the young folks.
Dege: Kids.
LoveLady: It’s a depressing kind of thing.
Dege: How many people do you see die a month?
LoveLady: Oh…approximately about 8 a month, I guess.
Dege: How do you deal with that?
LoveLady: I try to minister to…their souls, because, you know, it’s hard
to die without God…without a god. Me, personally, it’s all about Love…the
real deep kind of love…and giving it to people. That’s what it’s all
about. Taking care of one another on this earth. Love will take you to the
man above.
Dege: Humanity…we’ve got to take care of one another…as if we’re all
pieces of one god…that’s how I see it.
LoveLady: Yes, that’s a way of looking at it. As long as that love that
you put out is real…and deep. Don’t matter if you know them or not. You’ve
got to see yourself inside them for it to be a real, godly-type love.
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Interview with The Cocaine Jesus Man
Coke/JesusMan: Man, I’m pissed off!
Dege: Talk to me. What’s wrong?
Coke/JesusMan: I just got in a fight with my old lady.
Dege: What happened?
Coke/JesusMan: We were arguing cuz she’s a nurse and she don’t do no drugs
or nothing…and she said, “How come you’re talking so much?” And I said,
because, “Because…uh…I’d been doing some cocaine the other night…and it’s
still in my system.” And she said, “Well, that’s sad. You’re doing
cocaine, now…plus marijuana, plus this, plus that.”
Dege: What’d you do?
Coke/JesusMan: I said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP.” And I lost my temper and told
her that I was getting the fuck out there…cuz I just can’t…she was
annoying the shit out of me, you know?
Dege: Right.
Coke/JesusMan: And so I left, I’d just gotten out of church—was in a good
mood—and she just ruined it for me by bringing that up.
Dege: Little cocaine and Jesus never hurt nobody.
Coke/JesusMan: That’s what I’m saying!
Dege: How long have you been doing drugs and all that?
Coke/JesusMan: Since I was 12. I’m 47, now. I shouldn’t still be doing
this stupid stuff, but I do…I get prescription pills. I get Lortabs. I get
Xanax. I get anti-depressants. I’m fucked up. I got a lot of stuff to deal
with.
Dege: I see that.
Coke/JesusMan: I got to do something. Fuck just sitting around, doing
nothing. I got to do something to have my fun.
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Interview with a Drunk Biker Man
DrunkBiker: Man, I’m fried.
Dege: Why are you fried?
DrunkBiker: Cuz I’m drunk.
Dege: Why are you drunk?
DrunkBiker: Cuz that’s what I do. I get drunk…and then I get fried. I like
to get fucked up. (laughs)
Dege: Straight Fried!
DrunkBiker: You said it. (Aggressively) But don’t fuck with me! You
fucking with me?! Cuz you better not be fucking with me. I don’t play that
shit!
Dege: Nobody’s fucking with you, Cowboy! Settle down.
DrunkBiker: Good! Cuz I’m Mafia, brother. You don’t fuck with us. 100%
Sicilian!
Dege: I got you. Nobody’s fucking with you. I’m just talking with you.
DrunkBiker: Did I tell you that I’m a writer?
Dege: No, what do you write?
DrunkBiker: Books, man! Books!
Dege: I’m a writer, too.
DrunkBiker: I been trying to get my book published. You don’t know anybody
do you?
Dege: What’s it called…your book?
DrunkBiker: (aggressive) You fucking with me???
Dege: Come one, man! Why do you keep switching gears with this, “You
fucking with me, bruh” shit?” Relax. Go to a happy place. Now…what’s the
name of your book?
DrunkBiker: (mellowing) The name of my book is (mumbling inaudibly) “Dart
Sazursah…”
Dege: Dart Shack?
DrunkBiker: No, man. DarK Shadoooowwws.
Dege: Oh, Dark Shadows.
DrunkBiker: Now you got it. That’s my book! I wrote that shit. Been
working on it for 10years. I’m a writer!
Dege: Got it. What’s it about?
DrunkBiker: (mood swinging) Man, WHERE YOU FROM, BRUH???
Dege: Not again, man! Chill! You got to Cowboy Up or something. Take some
medication or…
DrunkBiker: Yeh, I know! I know! (relaxing) I’m sorry, bruh. I’m just like
that. I got a lot of shit going on. Sometimes I don’t know which way is up
or down. You see where I live, out here, down the road—I’m all by myself.
My family don’t even talk to me. Don’t even call. I’m all alone in this
motherfucking world!
Dege: Well, you ain’t alone, now. You’re talking to me, ain’t you?
DrunkBiker: Yeh, I guess so, bruh.
Dege: Come on, I’m losing you. Tell me about your book.
DrunkBiker: I tired of talking about that shit, man. It’s taken me forever
to write the damn thing and now I can’t…I don’t know nobody.
Dege: Tell me about your family then.
DrunkBiker: Fuck them!!! They all just piss me off too much!
Dege: Well, have you ever stopped to wonder why? Maybe all the crazy
drinking and shit has freaked them out?
DrunkBiker: Hey, bruh, I got to drink. It’s the only way I can deal with
all of this SHIT. It’s my only way of dealing with it all. I don’t know
what I’d do if I couldn’t get fucked up. Hey, bruh, that ain’t me,
alright?
Dege: Well then, what is YOU? Where do you begin and it end…all that shit
out there?
DrunkBiker: Bruh, I don’t know…and I don’t wanna know.
All Interviews conducted by Dege Legg, 2005.
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