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Instead there's the sound of bottles crashing in the living-room where
poor Lex Pascal is holding forth yelling, it reminds of the time a year ago
when Jarry Wagner's future wife got sore at Lex and threw a half gallonfull
of tokay across the room and hooked him right across the eye, thereupon
sailing to Japan to marry Jarry in a big Zen ceremony that made coast to
coast papers but all old Lex's got is a cut which I try to fix in the
bathroom upstairs saying "Hey, that cut's already stopped bleeding, you'll
be alright Lex" - "I'm French Canadian too" he says proudly and when Dave
and I and George Baso get ready to drive back to New York he gives me a St
Christopher medal as a goingaway gift - Lex the kind of guy shouldnt really
be living in this wild beat boardinghouse, should hide on a ranch somewhere,
powerful, goodlooking, full of crazy desire for women and booze and never
enough of either - So as the bottles crash again and the Hi Fi's playing
Beethoven's Solemn Mass I fall asleep on the floor.
Waking up the next morning groaning of course, but this is the big day
when we're going to go visit poor George Baso at the TB hospital in the
Valley - Dave perks me up right away bringing coffee or wine optional...
I'm on Ben Fagan's floor somehow, apparently I've harangued him till dawn
about Buddhism some Buddhist.
Complicated already but now suddenly appears Joey Rosenberg a strange
young kid from Oregon with a full beard and his hair growing right down to
his neck like Raul Castro, once the California High School high jump champ
who was only about five foot six but had made the incredible leap of six
foot nine over the bar! and shows his highjump ability too by the way he
dances around on light feet - A strange athlete who's suddenly decided
instead to become some sort of beat Jesus and in fact you see perfect purity
and sincerity in his young blue eyes - In fact his eyes are so pure you
don't notice the crazy hair and beard, and also he's wearing ragged but
strangely elegant clothing ('One of the first of the new Beat Dandies, "
McLear told me a few days later, "did you hear about that? there's a new
strange underground group of beatniks or whatever who wear special smooth
dandy clothes even tho it may just be a jean jacket with shino slacks
they'll always have strange beautiful shoes or shirts, or turn around and
wear fancy pants unpressed acourse but with torn sneakers') - Joey is
wearing something like brown soft garments like a tunic or something and his
shoes look like Las Vegas sports shoes - The moment he sees my battered
blue little sneakers that I'd used at Big Sur when my feet go sore, that is
in case my feet got sore on a rocky hike, he wants them for himself, he
wants to swap the snazzy Las Vegas sports shoes (pale leather, untooled) for
my silly little tightfitting tho perfect sneakers that in fact I was wearing
because the Monterey hike blisters were still hurting me - So we swap -
And I ask Dave Wain about him: Dave says: "He's one of the really strangest
sweetest guys I've ever known, showed up about a week ago I hear tell, they
asked him what he wanted to do and never answers, just smiles - He just
sorta wants to dig everything and just watch and enjoy and say nothing
particular about it... If someone's to ask him "Let's drive to New York"
he'd jump right for it without a word - On a sort of a pilgrimage, see,
with all that youth, us old fucks oughta take a lesson from him, in faith
too, he has faith, I can see it in his eyes, he has faith in any direction
he may take with anyone just like Christ I guess. "