Each one is as big as a dinner plate, but that's not stopping us. We've worked up an appetite. I tell My Love that Soul Folks Cafe participates in the Tofu Festival of the Japanese Cultural Center, and please, go ahead and order anything she craves, but she is picking her teeth discreetly behind her napkin. She's fingering the cheroot, and I am aware that not one moment of this Orgasmathon has been unseemly. The perfection of it all seizes me, and I am cleansed and rejuvenated by a single perfect tear that forms in my eye.
Life is too good.
Confidentially, we cannot let it go at that. We hang around, check out some cool artists' lofts on that block. Too much to admire in one fling. We dig the art scene very carefully, because it's happening baby, and oh, New York, look out. West Coast tells the nation how to groove.