wait, thinking about the seating arrangements at tables 1 and 3, andthen green words on a black screen tell me that there is no cash leftin this account (a balance of minus $143) and so therefore it won'tgive me any money and I blew my last cash on a glass-doorrefrigerator because Elle Decor did a piece on my place thatnever ran so I slam my fist against the machine, moan "Spare me"and since it's totally useless to try this again I rustle through mypockets for a Xanax until someone pushes me away and I roll the mopedback outside, bummed.

Cruisingup Madison, stopping at a light in front of Barneys, and BillCunningham snaps my picture, yelling out, "Is that a Vespa?"and I give him thumbs-up and he's standing next to Holly, a curvyblonde who looks like Patsy Kensit, and when we smoked herointogether last week she told me she might be a lesbian, which in somecircles is pretty good news, and she waves me over wearing velvet hotpants, red-and-white-striped platform boots, a silver peace symboland she's ultrathin, on the cover of Mademoiselle this month,and after a day of doing shows at Bryant Park she's looking kind offrantic but in a cool way.

"HeyVictor!" She keeps motioning even when I've pulled the Vespa upto the curb.

"HeyHolly."

"It'sAnjanette, Victor."

"HeyAnjanette, what's up pussycat? You're looking very Uma-ish. Love theoutfit."

"It'sretro-gone-wacko. I did six shows today. I'm exhausted, she says,signing an autograph. "I saw you at the Calvin Klein show givingChloe moral support. Which was so cool of you."

"Baby,I wasn't at the Calvin Klein show but you're still looking veryUma-ish."

"Victor,I'm positive you were at the Calvin Klein show. I saw you in thesecond row next to Stephen Dorff and David Salle and Roy Liebenthal.I saw you pose for a photo on 42nd Street, then get into a blackscary car."