I let him buy the first round. Tony rang it up, bored, looked around - 5 or six others staring into their beers, dolts, so Tony walked down to us. what's new, Tony?" I asked. ah, shit," said Tony. at ain't new." "shit," said Tony. ah, shit," said Indian Mike. we drank at our beers. what do you think of the moon?" I asked Tony. shit," said Tony. yeah," said Indian Mike, "guy's an asshole on earth he's an asshole on the moon, makes no difference." "they say there's probably no life on Mars," I said. so what?" asked Tony. oh shit," I said, "2 more beers." Tony coasted them down, then walked down for his money. rang it up. walked back. shit it's hot. I wish I were deader than yesterday's Kotex." "where do men go when they die, Tony?" "shit, who cares?" "don't you believe in the Human Spirit?" "a bagga bullshit!" "how about Che? Joan of Arc? Billy the Kid? all those?" "a bagga bullshit!" we drank our beers, thinking about it. look," I said, "I gotta take a piss." I walked back to the urinal and there, as usual, was Petey the Owl. I took it out and began to piss. you sure got a little dick," he told me. when I'm pissing or meditating, yeh, but I'm what you call the super-stretch type.