Friday we took off for New York City after making the rounds to collect money for dope. Joey was upbeat as he greeted the local hypes at Alice’s. On the trip into the City he explained what to expect and how to keep out of trouble. We parked the VW at the Port Authority in Lower Manhattan and walked over to St Mark’s, where we shopped at Trash & Vaudeville. Joey greeted many friends. He bought me some black jeans and a cool jacket. It was pretty expensive. I wondered if he was using the dope money from his friends at home. He assured me we‘d make plenty of money before the weekend was over. We walked over to Battery Park where you take the ferry to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. As we leaned on the railing above the water, he asked if I’d help him make some money. Since he’s already bought me clothes, I said, “Sure.”
“Okay, See that faggy guy watching the tourists get off the ferry. Just go over by the railing like you’re waiting for someone. If he comes over to talk to you, tell him you’re waiting for your brother. If he asks you to go with him or talks about sex, keep him talking, but signal me by rubbing your pants leg. I’ll take care of the rest of it. You just act innocent. Okay?”
“I am innocent.”
I left Joey and hung around the boarding ramp for the ferry. Pretty soon a different guy comes over and starts talking to me. I tell him I’m killing time waiting for my brother. He asks me how old I am, and when I say fourteen, it kind of puts him off. He keeps talking about New York and asks if I’m having a good time. He goes on forever. Finally he pulls out an envelope and shows me some pictures, crude ones, of nude kids, and asks if I want to make some money modelling. When I start to rub my leg, he thinks I’m getting turned on. He puts his hand on my shoulder and starts to pull me away from the railing.
“What the fuck are you doing to my brother,” Joey yells as he runs up the ramp.
The guy freaks and starts to take off, but Joey grabs him by the shirt and shoves him against the wall.
“Why you grabbing my brother, asshole?”
The guy has lost his voice and looks like a cornered rat.
Joey ordered me, “Go to that pay phone and dial 911. Tell him you need Police here, quick. We caught a child molester. Did he try anything with you?”
“Naw, he just showed me some stupid pictures of naked kids. They’re in his back pocket.”
“You’ll pay for this mister. I’m gonna see you end up in jail. You know how old my brother is; he’s fourteen. You’re a real sicko.”
The guy’s really shitting now, begging Joey. I start to the pay phone. He takes out his wallet and offers Joey a twenty to let him go. Joey grabs the wallet from his trembling hands, taking all the money and the guy’s ID.
“I got your name and address now. If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you. You people are too sick to be allowed on the streets.”
Joey shoves the guy, who takes off running. Joey hugs me like he’s comforting me from the supposed trauma. The people around us keep going about their business.
Once we’re far enough away, we ducked into a doorway and Joey counted the cash we took. It’s over one hundred bucks.
“Man, you’re the best victim. You look so innocent. We scored big time.”
“You showed up just right. I was scared I’d have to go off with that pervert.”
“Here,” he peeled a bill, “you get twenty and a lesson about the City: ‘Take them before they take you.’ Let’s catch a movie up in Times Square.”
The subway took us to Midtown in thirty minute, to 42nd Street and Times Square. Again, all the local kids knew Joey, and he told them about our latest adventure. I had only been in the City a few hours and already I had a reputation. We went to Howard Johnson’s for fried clams and chocolate shakes. Sunset was falling with the Times Square lights coming on. Joey called it the ‘Great White Way,’ or, a great way for white boys. With the darkness, Joey became more animated, watching the comings and goings of everyone through the restaurant windows. At last we left Howard Johnson’s and met other kids on a corner. He spoke quickly with them, then said we’d go to a movie. We checked the nearest theaters and decided to see “Oh Lucky Man,’ with Malcolm McDowell. It was about to start and Joey came back with just one ticket, telling me to meet him in front of the theater after the show got out. His expression said not to ask questions. I turned and went into the theater, but as soon as he left, I exited and followed him. He met two other teens, and they walked over to a parked car where Joey stuck his head in the window, talking with an older man. He handed Joey something, then Joey jumped in and they drove off. I figured what was up and went back to the movie. When it was over, Joey was waiting outside.
“How was the movie?”
“How was your ‘date?’ ”
“How’d ja know ‘bout that? Ya jealous?”
“I just felt abandoned. You coulda told me.”
“Some things ya just can’t talk about. It was pretty gross, but I made two hundred bucks.”
“Two hundred – how’d you make so much?”
“Hey, give it a rest. We’re doin’ good so far. Now we go meet my connect. Don’t ask so many questions. You’ll fuck things up. They’re real particular about who they deal wid heah.” Then he laughed.
We went into the subway and returned to the Lower Eastside. We went past St Mark’s and walked toward the Brooklyn Bridge, into Alphabet City. All the brick tenements looked abandoned. As soon as we walked into one neighborhood, black kids ran up, asking what we wanted or offering to sell. Joey sent them away, saying he was looking for someone he knew. He asked a Puerto Rican kid for Miguel. The kid had us follow him into a building. The first couple of floors appeared burnt out, but on the third, the kid stopped in front of a metal door. After he knocked, Miguel appeared. Joey gave the kid five bucks, and we went in. When Miguel looked at me, Joey said I was his cousin and cool, but I didn’t get high. Miguel shrugged and the two of them started talking business. They left me alone in Miguel’s pad. It didn’t look like he had lived there long. I sat on a mattress and waited in the dark, as there was no power. It took them ages to return. Once back, they spread out the brown contents of a baggie. Miguel took out an old Sears catalog, stripping out individual pages, which he cut into eighths. Joey started to mix another powder in with the brown heroin, explaining he had to cut the shit which was too strong for his local hypes. They made forty packages of dope folded into Sears catalog paper. The remainder of the dope they cooked up in an old burned spoon. Miguel had a used needle which he cleaned with peroxide. They shot each other up, and then nodded off for about an hour. Joey had given me a joint, so I sat on the fire escape, watching the street traffic below. I saw a line of hypes going into an alley across the street. I climbed up to the roof so I could get a better view of what was going down. Each hype would hand his money to the guy at the head of the line, which the guy put in a bucket at the end of a rope. The rope was pulled up to an apartment on the fourth floor. In a few seconds, the bucket was lowered, and the guy gave the buyer his dope. Then on to the next guy. It took about an hour to get through the line, with everyone waiting patiently. Several hypes couldn’t wait to do their dope, going down the alley and shooting up right there. They sometimes passed out with the needles still in their arms. There were no cops around, just a mass of junkies and dealers. Joey finally came up, sitting next to me and watching the scene, noting, “Pretty strange, man.”
“’People are strange, when you’re a stranger.’ How you feeling?” I asked.
“Perfectly strange. We’re going to a club over in the Bowery. It’s about midnight, the witching hour. Let the freaks begin.”
We found a cab (I don’t know how) and we were dropped at CBGB’s. Joey hustled me through the door where they were checking IDs with a twenty to the bouncer. The club was miniscule but crammed with people. Everyone was dressed as a Joey fashion idol – body shirts, platform shoes, tight tight jeans, and tons of makeup. The band was forced to play in the middle of the club up against a wall. The first band was okay, but then the headliners got up: the New York Dolls. Dressed like women, actually cheap whores, they threw themselves at the pressing fans. The singer, David Johanson, reached down and grabbed me out of the crowd. With his long arms around me so I couldn’t get away, he sang to me about a ‘Personality Crisis.’
I had smoked so much of Joey’s pot, I let him do what he wanted. At the end, he kissed me long and lingeringly. Everyone was whistling and screaming. Then he pushed me away, singing, “Trash, don’t pick it up. Don’t take your love to town….Oh, trash.”
JOHANSEN, DAVID / MIZRAHI, SYLVAIN
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
It was their last song, and David jumped into the crowd, pulling Joey and me out the side door.
“We’re going to Andy’s and ya gotta come,” as he pushed us into their van. In a few minutes we pulled up to a warehouse near Union Square, with about two hundred people milling around. Inside, there were rooms everywhere. When the band arrived, people turned around and cheered, and then went right back to their drinking and talking. I hoped we’d hang out with the band, but they split in different directions. The guitarist, Johnny Thunders, took Joey upstairs for a drug deal. I heard Joey telling him, “It’s been cut so I’ll sell ya two for the price of one.” Honesty between dopers. Johnny didn’t look too happy. When Joey got back he was really high.
Soon this faggy guy comes up to me, “Andy heard about your performance with the Dolls tonight. He’d love to meet you.”
I was led upstairs where a blond, mutant/albino man was holding court. I sat next to him, while he held my hand. Others came and went, trying to make lame jokes. He asked me how old I was, and when I said I was fourteen, he shrieked in mock horror, pushing me aside.
“Come back when you’re legal. I’ll make you a star.”
Joey had disappeared down a dark corridor, which I followed to find him. I walked into a full-on orgy, mostly guys. Joey was really going at it, with one dick in his mouth, another up his butt, and he had his dick in the guy on the bottom as well, all from behind. In one motion they thrust into each other, while Joey went down on the huge cock, As I stood there watching, a girl grabbed Joey’s dick and jerked him off. I was amazed to see how large his dick became, which I never noticed before. All five were going at it at once. A girl with long blonde hair came over to me, pointing at Joey, “He’s such a stud. I saw him fuck three people at once last week. He kept the girl going with his tongue, wouldn’t let go of the guys’ dicks, while he fucked them one after the other. Do you want him?”
“He’s my cousin.”
“Do you go for guys?”
“Well, I’m not going to lie.”
“Oh, and I thought you were so cute.”
“I didn’t say I hated girls or anything. I just think it’s weird having sex in front of everybody.”
“I know where we can be alone. I have a key, or are you leading me on?”
“Give me a chance and see how far I can lead you.”
She took me into a music studio, then into the control booth. There was a couch where we sat down. I didn’t know how to begin, so I kissed her gently. She put her hands under my shirt, rubbing my chest and stomach. It made me twitch, which got her laughing. Then she was tickling me, which quickly got out of control. After getting hysterical from the tickling, we sat back and talked a bit to calm down. She said she was sixteen, so I said I was eighteen.
“Why are you lying? I know you’re younger.”
“I don’t want to seem too young.”
“Well, I’m sixteen, so you’re not going to be too young.”
“Even if I’m only fourteen?”
“You’re kidding? You don’t look or act it.”
“See. There goes my chances with you.”
“I didn’t say that. When I was your age, I went with a lot of guys older than me. It’s just different ‘cause you’re a boy.”
“Are we that much different? Everyone else is a lot older.”
“Yeah. Isn’t it weird how they think of themselves. It’s like they have their ways and expect everyone else to be just like them.”
“Yeah. They’re all so groovy.”
“Like, what’s happening, Baby?”
We kept talking and laughing. When I realized I didn’t know her name, she said, “Sweet Jane.” We laughed some more. She started to take my shirt off but got shy when I tried to remove her’s. She worried I’d laugh at her tits, but I didn’t. I stroked them gently as her nipples got hard. They weren’t too big and I liked how they stuck up instead of hanging down. She undid the buttons of my jeans, and since I wasn’t wearing underwear, my dick flopped out, semi-hard. She stroked it while I removed her jeans and panties, fingering the labs of her cunt. She was moist and warm. Moving her mouth down my stomach she began to lick my erect dick. Once it was covered in spit, she moved me on top of her. I entered her open cunt. It felt smooth but not tight, like Joey had been. Placing both hands on her butt cheeks, I pulled her to me as I slid in deeper. She started to moan and move in a sideways motion as I went in again and again. She became more moist but remained smooth as velvet as I slid in and out. I felt I might be too gentle for her, but it felt so smooth and warm. The tip of my dick was pushing against her cervix, which made her wince in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around me and started to squeeze as I thrust slightly harder each time. I took my hands off her butt and slid them up her ribs until I touched her tits. Her nipples were hard as rocks, which I massaged while pushing deeper and stronger into her cunt. My rhythm remained slow and steady, pumping into her, then arching my back as my pelvis pulled back, like a two-step dance. We continued this steady fucking for endless minutes. Then she started squeezing my dick harder in a faster and faster pace. Her breathing was also faster. Suddenly she tightened rapidly again and again, until she moaned and relaxed. All this time I continued to stroke her cunt with my two beat motion, in and out, thrust and arch. Once she relaxed her breathing began to speed up again. She began to fuck me back, squeezing down on my dick as I thrust into her. Soon my motion sped up, as I thrust faster and deeper without arching my back so far. She climaxed again, with short gasps and quick squeezes of her cunt. Once she came, her cunt loosened, and I started to pull my dick all the way out before plunging back into her as far as I could thrust. I began fucking faster and faster. We rolled over with her moving up and down on my thrusting dick. I could feel my dick curl backwards as it became even harder. Her orgasmic cum made sucking noises as she moved up and down my shaft. I rolled her back and got on my knees, her legs wrapped around my butt, locked behind me. I held her by the small of her back, while she moved up and down my thrusting dick. Faster and faster I pumped, as we both approached orgasm. She came first, squeezing me again and again. I went in as deep as possible, holding her rigidly as my dick throbbed inside her, trembling to come. With my first explosion, my body jerked forward. For endless seconds we waited for the next explosion. With another jerk it finally came. Then I twitched again and again as I came over and over. I must’ve cum fifteen times, finally slowing with a few final twitches. I moaned and let her go. She held on to keep us from disconnecting. She kept fucking my still hard dick, bringing herself to a quick final orgasm. I barely fucked back.
“You’re one fine fucking animal,” she gasped. “Who taught you to fuck so hard?”
I remembered Joey’s kiss and tell stricture, “You did.”
“You mean this was your first time with a girl?”
“Yeah. I guess I’m no longer a virgin.”
She hugged me tightly, “It was special for me too.”
We went out the warehouse door. Joey was sitting against a wall, with a girl’s head in his lap and two guys leaning on either shoulder. He looked beat. I felt great. He looked at Sweet Jane and started to grin.
“You scored celebrity, you little shit.”
Jane kicked his boots. “No. I scored the big multiple orgasms. Better get used to not being the number one family stud.”
“You want to do some comparison shopping?”
“You look beat to me. It’d be no competition.”
I kind of wished she hadn’t started this conversation.
Joey got up, and we left the group at the door. Looking back, he laughed, “Look at ‘em, our fucks for the night, gathered to wish us god speed into the dark.”
“It’s morning, Joey, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Oh, yeah, well, that’s where my head’s at, man.”
Somehow we got to the Port Authority. Joey tossed me the keys, “I’m way too fucked up to drive. Home to New England, my young stud.”
I didn’t protest, and after stalling about a dozen times we made it back to Stockbridge. We went straight upstairs and slept all day in the water-bed.
Joey woke me up about midnight.
“Let’s get something to eat.”
We went downstairs and made sandwiches, which we ate in his room. I ate most of Joey’s, while he drank coffee and looked wiped out.
“So, whatcha gonna do with the rest of your life?” he asked.
I looked at him and the strangest feeling came over me. It hit me that I was leaving the next morning, to start my new life in Florida. I put both arms around his neck.
“I love you, man.”
“Hey, they all say that.”
“Com’n Joey. I’m serious. I never felt this way. Look at all we’ve done together.”
“You’re ‘sposed to love me, I’m yer cousin.”
“Don’t play it off. I know I feel this. You’re special.”
“Okay. Okay. I just don’t fall in love. It’s bad for business.”
He had confused me. I guess I didn’t understand his feelings and became embarrassed for being too sentimental. I took my arms off and moved away.
“Hey, you don’t have to push me away. I just asked you what’s up. You know I love you, too. No wonder Jane thought you were such a stud. I just let my dick do the talkin’. So, can you go back to being good old Timmy?”
I let my feelings calm down. “I just have to settle down. I start high school in the fall.”
“That sounds really cool.”
I punched him in the arm. “Come on, man. You’re the one with the future. Whatta you gonna do? Eat Aunt Helen’s cooking and deal dope forever?”
“It’s working out.” Then he showed me his stash of cash, about $2000.
“Don’t you want to live in the City? It’s so cool.”
“That city will chew you up.”
“All your friends are great. The Dolls, Andy Warhol. You’ve got it made.”
“Those people don’t care. It’s sex, drugs and money. Once you let any of those get to you, you’re a goner. Maybe once I get enough cash I’ll go to LA or Paris.”
He seemed so jaded.
“Let me give you a little example,” he continued. “Remember that guy we ripped off for one hundred bucks for trying to perv you?”
“You think it was cool ‘cause we got the cash and did nothing for it. But he got his cheap thrill from your innocence. You were what he wanted, and you know why? Because you’re young and still have real feelings. He copped a thrill showing you porno. See how sick that is? If you live in the City, that’s what you have to put up with, selling yourself to whoever wants you, until the innocence is gone and you’re just like them. I go down there for drugs, money and sex. The longer I stay, the higher the price.”
That was longest thing he’d ever said to me.
“Man, you sound so bitter. I know you love it there. Did something really bad happened to you?”
“No, dude. I just don’t really fit here in Middle America. New York’s for the twisted and I’m definitely turned.”
“When did you start having sex with guys?”
“It happened all at once – guys, chicks, group sex, kinks, drugs. I got kicked outta here in 10th grade for skipping school and getting caught. I took off for the City, met the crowd at St Mark’s, and found out what’s up. A week on the streets, doing it all, hustling, scoring chicks, doing drugs, and I was ready to come home. Helen almost died from worry, or so she said. They took me back, but I kept going down to the City. I got the Bug for scoring dope for the locals. It’s all too easy.”
“Don’t you think you’ll get busted big time?”
“Eventually everybody gets busted. But I’ve got a plan. That’s why I save my money. Here, I owe you this for setting up that john,” and he gave me fifty bucks. I thought I should refuse, then thought of it as the price of my innocence.
“But what about the sex? I know you enjoyed it when we did it. And you’re good with girls. How can you say it’s just business?”
“You don’t think about it. That’s all. Sure, it’s good, but look at you, you think sex equals love. I ain’t ever gonna fall for that love crap.”
Again my feelings went snap, as he pushed them aside. I knew what I felt about him, but he was denying he felt the same. How could I love him when he didn’t love me back?
He took out his pot stash, “We’ll smoke a joint before you get too sentimental,” as he rolled a number.
I went over and put on the Ziggy Stardust album. We lit up the joint, and jumping up, played air guitar to ‘Suffragette City.’ We were bouncing on and off the couch, singing the words, “Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am…you can’t afford the ticket back from Suffragette City,”
BOWIE, DAVID /
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, TINTORETTO MUSIC
While I pretended to play the heavy riffs, Joey grabbed me from behind and shouted the words in my ears. All of a sudden we heard a loud banging on the door. Uncle Terry was yelling at us to quiet down. It was three o’clock in the morning. We were laughing hysterically but quickly turned the stereo down. We collapsed on the couch.
“I feel like a kid again,” Joey said.
“You are a kid, but you think you’re all sophisticated and mature ‘cause you do hardcore sex and drugs.”
“So when did you become my shrink?”
“Yeah, we’ll shrink your dick and it won’t be such a big problem.”
“Sounds like penis envy to me.”
“After this week I’ll be surprised if I have any penis left.”
“Not at the rate you’ve been givin’ it away.”
“You’ve been the one givin’ it away, and I’m not talkin’ dick, man.”
“You think I’m a slut?”
“I know you are.”
At that, he picked me up, threw me on the water-bed, and we started wrestling, with the bed moving up and down while we rolled over and over. All of a sudden he pulled away, ran to the window, and barfed the little he’d eaten.
“I guess I’m too much of a junkie to be a kid anymore,” as he lay down gingerly.
“Roll over,” I said pushing on top of him. I pulled his tee-shirt over his head and started to lightly tickle him on the back, tracing my nails along his ribs and backbone.
“That feels so good,” as I tickled the small of his back, then massaged along his spine. My thumbs stroked his neck, pushing into his red hair, rapidly massaging his neck muscles into the base of his skull. He rolled around to face me, while my fingers ran through his hair, the nails lightly scratching his scalp. He laid his head on my chest and began softly kissing my right nipple. It felt so good I had to moan. With his tongue, he worked around and around the nipple. Still stroking his hair I moved his head to the other nipple which he worked with both his mouth and tongue. I started to say something, but he hushed me, then kissed me full on the lips. We looked right into each other’s eyes as we moved our bodies together. We both placed our hands on each other’s butt, and as he stuck his tongue inside my mouth, he squeezed my butt cheeks while I thrust against him. The buttons of my jeans popped open and a dick I hardly knew had grown hard thrust against his belly. I put my fingers on the top button of his jeans and felt the tip of his dick sticking out of his belt line. I undid all his buttons exposing his hardening dick. Taking both dicks in my hands I rubbed each against the other. As his dick reached full hardness I could see how much bigger he was than me. I encircled his hips with both legs and with both hands stroking his dick, pushed my dick into the hair at the base of his shaft and against his ball sac. My fingers felt his shaft through the sac, where it was thicker than in front, while my thumbs stroked the front of his shaft. Closing my fingers around his balls, I stretched his scrotum, pulling his balls away from his crotch. Getting up on his knees, he pushed me back into the water-bed and thrust his huge cock against my chest and stomach. I continued to stroke his shaft with my thumbs and fingers at its base. My middle finger found his asshole and started to rub around the outside opening. Now he moaned. The more he moaned, the more I pushed into his ass. His dick pushed against my chest with its tip hitting my chin. I took my hands from beneath his legs, reaching around his hips and pulling him forward so I could still finger his ass. His dick was sliding across my face, brushing my ear. I turned toward it and sucked the head into my mouth. His hands pushed my head onto the full shaft. I started to gag, but he held me firmly on his dick. I was afraid of biting him, but suddenly the full shaft went down my throat. Slowly I took in air through my nose and started to work my head up and down his cock, getting gasps of air. I started massaging his butt again, pulling him into me as he thrust and pushing my fingers into his ass as he withdrew. Gobs of saliva leaked from my mouth, making the same sucking noise I made when fucking Jane. My tongue stroked his thick cock in my mouth, protecting the skin from my front teeth. He reached down to grab my ram-hard cock, pushing it forward so it stood straight up. The pre-cum was pouring out the tip. Pulling his dick out of my mouth, he sat up, then impaled himself on my dick. I thought I would bottom out in the water-bed. Up and down he fucked himself on my dick. I grabbed his spit-soaked cock and stroked it with both hands as he went up and down on mine. Suddenly aware that I was fucking him now, I thrust upward as he pushed himself down on my dick. The vein on the front of his cock started to swell, while I stroked it with both hands. He was bouncing on me, faster and faster. His balls, which had been slapping against my stomach, pulled up next to his purple shaft, like two hard tits. He stopped bouncing on me as I pushed as far as possible into him. His body started to vibrate while I was beating him off as fast and as hard as I could. The motion of the water-bed thrust my dick into him, like wave after breaking wave. His pre-cum leaked all over his cock, lubricating it as I beat him off with both hands. In one motion, he rolled over on his back, keeping me inside him by holding on to my butt. Then he put his legs on my shoulders, and from a kneeling position I fucked him even harder. I felt my own dick curl backwards, and he moaned when I hit certain spots inside. I took my hands off his dick, and grabbing him by the shoulders, fucking him deeper and deeper. He pushed his dick against my stomach and it slid and slithered from his pre-cum as my stomach muscles contracted from the fucking. My feet firmly braced against the water-bed, I began my final fucking. The bed moved up and down, back and forth, as we went faster and faster. We looked at each other, and both laughing, his dick spurt upward a white gob of cum, while his butt squeezed harder than ever. He began vibrating again as we thrust in unison. He spasmed over and over again with cum flying in every direction. Each spasm squeezed my dick as I held him rigid, thrusting as deeply as I could. My dick seemed to grow even further and I felt the slit widen as he writhed beneath me, still cumming. Once he started to slow his orgasm, I pulled my dick almost all the way out, then in and out as fast as possible. His butt kept throbbing, while he trembled, finally releasing me with a gasp. I pulled completely out which caused him to cry out and collapse. I thrust and held on firmly until I started to cum. High pitched oh’s and ah’s came from my lips. I heard them but doubted it could be me. The pitch and loudness increased, as I repeatedly spurted inside his ass. Just as I was winding down, a loud knock broke our concentration.
“I told you boys to turn down that rock and roll music. There are people who sleep at night in this house,” Uncle Terry yelled.
We fell apart in a flash, with Joey clamping his hand over my mouth. We looked at each other, both covered in sweat, spit, and cum; now tears of laughter rolled down our cheeks.
“Okay, Dad, we’re done making rock and roll. You can sleep now.”
We heard him stomp away. Joey got a towel to clean ourselves off. The he wiped it into our hair. As he turned out the lights, we both looked like horror movie victims. I crawled into the space between his arms and knees and fell asleep with his arms around me. In a couple of hours there was more knocking on the door and I had to leave for Miami. No long goodbye. Joey wouldn’t wake up; He just mumbled he’d see me next year.