I was at the bar and Crocus approached
me. Here was the camaraderie we had sought. Here was an underground scene we
could be part of, I thought. I extended my hand in friendly greeting.
"Get your shit off my stage before
I throw it off," he said. Later I would learn that the porky prima donna was very conscious of his
physical grotesqueness and had developed a personality to match. Much later he
became a Jehovah's Witness, knocking unsolicited on people's doors weekend
mornings, and that had to have been a real laugh riot. Later still, he developed
his drinking problem....Ubu treated us like shit until we became as popular or more popular than they were. Still, they'd quote Man Ray or Bakunin or Alfred Jarry
as though they understood any of it
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