Organization: City University of New York/ University Computer Center
Date: Monday, 14 Dec 1992 21:49:09 EST
From: <SECBH@CUNYVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: soc.motss
Subject:    re: Jack Carroll lives!

In article <1992Dec11.043805.24003@cbnewsl.cb.att.com>,
ry@cbnewsl.cb.att.com (ryerson.schwark) slimed:

>I arrived thursday evening to look in on poor Jack, who had
>just undergone major back surgery.

Jaysus, Schwark, you are as daft as you are hung.  It was *Thursday*!!
The operation wasn't over until Thursday afternoon.  No wonder you
were hanging over the bedrails drooling - the the smell of fresh blood
must have still been hanging in the air.  I thought you were there
Friday!

>He was flying on Demerol,

Uh...a bit of an understatement if it was Thursday evening!  Right
after the operation their stock went up seven points in three hours.

>so I immediately took advantage
>of the situation to squeeze all his darkest secrets out of him.  Thirty
>seconds later, we moved on to more interesting topics,
>like dishing all the soc.motss crowd.

"darkest secrets" (snort).  Both of which I have embroidered upon here
at tedious length.  You listen: I talk.

>Fortunately, Demerol had not weakened Jack's razor tongue,
>and we engaged in several hours of dishing......

Seems a rather peculiar phrase for what I usually think of as arranging
verbal bouquets.  More forbearance and charity, if you please, Mr.
Schwark.


>He's recovering well, the drugs no doubt helping.
>He explained that it was all because of a life of debauchery
>in the Sling.  I, of course, took pointers,......

A slight clarification is in order here.  (Makes me wonder if _I_
had all the Demerol.)  I was discussing a time in the late Seventies
and early Eighties when I was apprenticed to a Naturopath and we
used a device, often referred to in laymen's language as a "sling",
to assist in the natural extraction of gall stones from those gay
men chronically afflicted with such. The "pointers" Schwark refers to was
merely my journeyman's observation that given his attacks of gall on
the net that he might find this natural remedy appropriate in the
future.

What he has shamelessly edited out is that he couldn't wait for the
opportunity to fetch my hospital roomies cane.  Roomie being the 250
former bodyguard for Ahmet Ertegen

And what Mr. Schwark doesn't know is that the reason that I am propped
up here at home is because I got involved circa midnight last
night in the middle of a volcanic scene resulting from the fact that
patients unnamed were blasting themselves into fits of psychotic
abusiveness by boosting the hospital dope with their own supply.  In
three stays at our version of St. Elsewheres each time I have been sucked
into some high drama fury with a drug addicted patient.

There was a caring in the world of naturopathy that is now somehow lost
to us.

 Jack Carroll             On a midnight voyage
                          one that has no ending
                          and its sending me right into my mind...
                          On a midnight voyage
                          C'mon let's take a midnight voyage
                          let me take you on a little trip
                          come on
                          come on
                          all aboard, all ashore...  The Mama and the Poppas