You've got no home, just this place you come.

We talked. About everything. It enveloped me. It killed me. It made me a MAN. It made me a BOY.

Once, when I was a little boy, maybe 15, I was in high school. I was a junkie. I was a fucking little child. I went to the park, at lunch, smoked crack with a Haight St. kid I new, a girl, a kid. And then I died.

Once, when I was a little boy, maybe 19, I was in New York City, pretending to be an adult, going to school, a BIG school. I got there, I moved into a dorm room with another kid, also gay. I went out the second night, got pretty trashed on Newcastle and a few martinis. I did some coke. The coke was heroin, and I died.

Once, when I was a little boy, maybe 20, I went back to New York, to my BIG school, a big boy. I made it through one semester, on the Dean's List. A 3.85 GPA. Then I got sick and went into a coma for 4 days. I woke up, then, and I died.