(Before It's News)
FROM: The Anarchist's Girlfriend free reading at Dixon Place, Dec.8th
It was 4 P.M. when the dreamy blonde crossed to Cooper Square. She was dressed Rangerette style; white boots with pom-poms, a red satin cowgirl mini and vest, a silver belt, and a gray pull-string hat. One cur, a yellowish thing, followed her. I fell in line, pausing at a music store to offset any suspicions. The racks of sheet music were exhaustive. I waited five minutes before following her into Phoebe's restaurant on the Bowery. The dog waited outside. I ordered a coke from an alcove, where she couldn't see me. I watched and waited, drinking in some local color.
A Mayflower truck pulled over at Bowery and Fourth. The door fell open. The driver fell out of the cab, writhing on the cement. Two people tried to lift the insensible driver. A waiter ran out of Phoebe's with what appeared to be a #2 yellow pencil. All were stopped by words from the AG. Honking cars were directed by the two people around the driver. A cool white hand removed the pencil before it could dangerously be chomped in two. She put the waiter to keep the crowd at bay and kept him in her sights as…That same cool hand deposited a dime in the payphone over my head.