he said. He doesn’t know what
he’s asking! Does it snow in Alaska? Is the
Taklamakan Desert barren? I pushed it
so far down it would be like a shot out of a canon. If I

were to go off, I would lose my balance and
stagger out of this office in a daze and then get into
a psychotic rage. Because what’s inside of me is
explosive. I’m talking TNT or dynamite. Once I’m lit

everybody ought to run for it. I’m a tiger in
a cage. And caged with good reason. You can’t
put an ax to the tree without it toppling. It doesn’t stay
hinged on a string like Janis Joplin. I only have

these lines to play, to snort to convert to music. To let
out a ****, to be amusing. Why would I start to go
on a rampage? I stay out of the hospital that way. And use
my ***** to null the pain. Feelings, doctor –

you want feelings? He doesn’t know what he’s asking.
Maybe he ought to visit Alaska. Or better yet the Taklamakan
Desert. He’d have better luck surfing there, like Tom Cruise
in his underwear.