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Show Cardboard Sky-7 smiled and smiled and I felt like a fool. "Where's the story?" he said. "I just told it to you." "No, I mean where's the story?" 5 My friend Harrison Cost has a theory that every man is born with a certain precise number of orgasms in him. He is writing a long crazy screenplay about Cabeza de Vaca, another about a half-black illegitimate son of Edgar Allan Poe in San Francisco in the days of 'Forty-nine; a third is the story of a man from a distant star-system exiled to Earth for an unnamable crime. All of them are told in Harrison's loony diction; he plays grab-ass with the language in a way calculated to disturb and irritate anyone who has to read his scripts. To make up for it he tries seriously to seduce the secretary, so that she can give him a running account of who's reading it now and what they think of Harrison. He's worried that he's using up his orgasms too fast. If I'm to believe my source in Kansas, Chester Gunn has heard stories about the money floating around Hollywood and is also trying to write for the movies. She says she has read one script of his, and it's hopeless. She also says that in Kansas when the young men can't get girls they go after young heifers in the fields. Lots of things apparently go on under that middle-American moonlight that can't be talked about. She offered to put me up at her place |