EARLY SIGNS OF DEMENTIA IN AJ WEBERMAN The pharmacies in Brooklyn would sell you anything during the 1950s. I first obtained the ingredients for gunpowder in 1955, when I was ten years old, by looking up any pharmaceutical value the ingredients of gunpowder (sulfur, charcoal, and potassium nitrite) possessed. Then I forged a note that read, "I give my son Alan Weberman permission to buy charcoal because he has a stomach ache and it helps him. Sara Weberman." I bought each ingredient at a different pharmacy. Some of the pharmacists were skeptical and did not believe I suffered from the condition described in the notes. But they all sold the chemicals to me. What did I do with the gunpowder after I made it? I put it on a round metal tray, placed the tray on the toilet seat in my familys bathroom and ignited it. The tray LES FLEUR DE MAL was so thin that the god dam toilet seat caught on fire!!! Myparents could not believe their eyes when they tried to use it!! This episode makes merecall the anti-war slogan - "Nixon, liar, we gonna set your ass on fire!"HEY KID WANNA BUY SOME SPANISH FLY Thanks to a pharmacy on Flatbush Avenue I got into the aphrodisiac (Spanish Fly) and vomiting pill businesses. I would purchase 20 double-0 capsules by telling the pharmacist, who was getting know me rather well by this time, that I gagged when I took aspirin tablets, so I had to crush them up and put them in a capsule. I filled the capsules with salt and pepper then sold them as either vomiting pills,or Spanish Fly. One of my customers, Sammy Fishman, asked me to meet himFlatbush and Church Avenues. He said, "I gave the Spanish Fly pill to my older sister. Iput it in her food. She got really sick." I thought fast. I said, "I mixed up the vomiting pillwith the Spanish fly, Sammy. They look alike." I didn’t want to deal with the dude if hewas giving them to his sister...the motherfucker might try it on his mother next!I had some other rackets going before I adopted a socialist morality. When I was 9 Iobtained stock certificates from bankrupt companies (my dad was an attorney), and soldthem to the kids on my block, assuring them a high rate of return on their allowances.When my father received complaints from the kid’s parents he said, "You are nine yearsold and you committed a Federal crime!! This is a violation of the Securities andExchange Act!!" I reluctantly returned all the kids stinking allowances and apologized totheir parents telephonically. When I was 10 I invited a rather slow think kid named EddyGreenspan over to my parent’s apartment when they were not there to witness mycrime. Then I slipped a pair of leg irons I had purchased at an Army surplus store onCortland Street on Eddy and refused to release him until he signed a Last Will andTestament leaving everything he owned to me. This was a great Army surplus store –they would sell a kid like me, who looked like his mother dressed him, ANYTHING. I
purchased all sorts of knives there along with DDT bombs that looked like little CO2capsules. I took several of these bombs to summer camp and when a counselor fuckedwith me I set one off in his face. He beat the shit out of me but is now probably dead ofcancer. Later Eddy told me that since his Last Will and Testament was written underduress it was invalid. I guess he had sought legal advice. While attending Lefferts JuniorHigh School I obtained information that one David Held’s mother had been committed toa mental institution. The information was passed on to me in this fashion: “Held’smother’s a nut” Back in the 1950’s there was a tremendous stigma attached to mentalillness, especially in the Jewish Community. Instead of having sympathy for this boywho had to grow up bereft of a mother, I fucking blackmailed him. I told him that if hedidn’t give me his lunch money every day I would tell everyone his mother was a nut.David made the tragic error of giving into blackmail and for several months turned overhis money to me. One day when I was making my collection Held went nuts. He said hecould not take it anymore. But before he could attack me Stevie Kurshner and BruceMann beat the crap out of him. David Held lived in a building on Flatbush Avenue andLincoln Road that became the center of controversy after a Judge sentenced its Jewishlandlord to live under the conditions he allegedly created for his tenants. The problemhere is that before the Jamaicans took over the hood there was no problem with thisbuilding. They destroyed it but the liberals could not handle this so they blamed it on theowner. By the time I got to Erasmus Hall High School I was already a beatnik butretained some Brooklynese characteristics such as an interest in racing sheets. A boysitting in back of me, Jeffrey Knapp, offered to take my bets. It was then I coined thisadage “It is better to take bets than to place them” based on “it is better to give then toreceive.” When I got to college, Michigan State University, I received information that astudent named Steven Lupoff had lied about his grades to other students. Lupoff’sfather owned a pharmacy in Detroit. I tore out the index to a book entitled Drugs AndThe Mind and checked off various drugs I was interested in such as Mescaline. I toldStevie that if he didn’t steal the drugs I had checked off from his father everyone wouldbe informed of his real grade point average. He agreed to the deal with the Devil. Whenhe returned after Winter break he pleaded with me, “I tried but there is no disease that iscured by Mescaline or LSD. My father had none but I did bring you these.” I looked atthe label, it said “Antorax Children’s tranquillizer.” Another said “Chlorpromazine.” I said,“I guess these will have to do” and I popped a few. Not only did they not get me high butthey got me straight.REEFER Marijuana was instrumental in the development of computer hardware and software. Longhaired, pot smoking, dudes from the West Coast, formed Apple, a company similar to John Lennons Apple Records. They capitalized Apple on money made from selling toll fraud devices - red boxes and blue boxes - that had first been designed by Yippie Captain Crunch. Crunch wrote the first Word Perfect-like program, Easy Writer. Because pot improves creativity in already creative people, the people atApple found a use for the serial mouse, which had been invented by the UNIX people atBell Labs. This led to the proliferation of computers using American made chips and
software and reinvigorated the American economy. The high tech stocks fuel themarket. DIG WHAT STEWART BRAND LAID DOWN: In the 1960s and early 70s, the first generation of hackers emerged in university computer-science departments. They transformed mainframes into virtual personal computers, using a technique called time sharing that provided widespread access to computers. Then in the late 70s, the second generation invented and manufactured the personal computer. These nonacademic hackers were hard-core counterculture types - like Steve Jobs, a Beatle-haired hippie who had dropped out of Reed College, and Steve Wozniak, a Hewlett-Packard engineer. Before their success with Apple, both Steve’s developed and sold "blue boxes," outlaw devices for making free telephone calls. Their contemporary and early collaborator, Lee Felsenstein, who designed the first portable computer, known as the Osborne 1, was a New Left radical who wrote for the renowned underground paper the Berkeley Barb. As they followed the mantra "Turn on, tune in and drop out," college students of the 60s also dropped academias traditional disdain for business. "Do your own thing" easily translated into "Start your own business." Reviled by the broader social establishment, hippies found ready acceptance in the world of small business. They brought honesty and a dedication to service that was attractive to vendors and customers alike. Success in business made them disinclined to "grow out of" their countercultural values, and it made a number of them wealthy and powerful at a young age. The third generation of revolutionaries, the software hackers of the early 80s, created the application, education and entertainment programs for personal computers. Typical was Mitch Kapor, a former transcendental- meditation teacher, who gave us the spreadsheet program Lotus 1-2-3, which ensured the success of IBMs Apple-imitating PC. Like most computer pioneers, Kapor is still active. His Electronic Frontier Foundation, which he co-founded with a lyricist for the Grateful Dead, lobbies successfully in Washington for civil rights in cyberspace. In the years since Levys book, a fourth generation of revolutionaries has come to power. Still abiding by the Hacker Ethic, these tens of thousands of netheads have created myriad computer bulletin boards and a nonhierarchical linking system called Usenet. At the same time, they have transformed the Defense Department-sponsored ARPAnet into what has become the global digital epidemic known as the Internet. The average age of todays Internet users, who number in the tens of millions, is about 30 years. Just as personal computers transformed the 80s, this latest generation knows that the Net is going to transform the 90s. With the same ethic that has guided previous generations, todays users are
leading the way with tools created initially as "freeware" or "shareware," available to anyone who wants them. Of course, not everyone on the electronic frontier identifies with the countercultural roots of the 60s. One would hardly call Nicholas Negroponte, the patrician head of M.I.T.s Media Lab, or Microsoft magnate Bill Gates "hippies." Yet creative forces continue to emanate from that period. Virtual reality - computerized sensory immersion - was named, largely inspired and partly equipped by Jaron Lanier, who grew up under a geodesic dome in New Mexico, once played clarinet in the New York City subway and still sports dreadlocks halfway down his back. The latest generation of supercomputers, utilizing massive parallel processing, was invented, developed and manufactured by Danny Hillis, a genial longhair who set out to build "a machine that could be proud of us." Public- key encryption, which can ensure unbreakable privacy for anyone, is the brainchild of Whitfield Diffie, a lifelong peacenik and privacy advocate who declared in a recent interview, "I have always believed the thesis that ones politics and the character of ones intellectual work are inseparable." Our generation proved in cyberspace that where self-reliance leads, resilience follows, and where generosity leads, prosperity follows. If that dynamic continues, and everything so far suggests that it will, then the information age will bear the distinctive mark of the countercultural 60s well into the new millennium. Does the underground ever get credit for this? Does pot ever get credit? All we get is Newt Gingrich blaming the counterculture for Afro-American crime by accusing us of breaking down moral standards in the 1960s. Newt was once in the underground, in fact he was the editor of an underground newspaper. Newt Gingrich smoked pot, and introduced a bill to ease federal restrictions onmedical marijuana in 1981. On March 19, 1982 he wrote in the Journal of the AmericanMedical Association, We believe licensed physicians are competent to employ marijuana, and patients have a right to obtain marijuana legally, under medical supervision, from a regulated source. Federal policies do not reflect a factual or balanced assessment of marijuanas use as a medicant.Ramblin Gamblin Willie Bennett, who came down on pot smokers as drug czar in1990s, had an addiction problem that he fed in Lost Wages. These men should be puton trial along with Usama Bin Laden for September 11th, as they had the Feds sofocused on the drug thing, with THE PARTNERSHIP FOR DRUG FREE AMERICA, thatthe Islamist scum were overlooked. Another guilty party is Bill Clinton, the happy-timeparty cat who let the Feds go off in the direction they chose because he was having his
asshole reamed by a high-level groupie! President Clinton smoked pot. But he did notinhale. What a liar. Who would have ever thought to say this?I WANT TO FILE ASSAULT CHARGES AGAINST THE RABBI WHOCIRCUMCISED ME!! I was born on May 26, 1945, in Manhattan although I grew up at 50 Lefferts Avenue in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. The first thing I remember is an image of a sick demented looking motherfucker dressed in black coming at me with a knife and praying at the same time. I would like to find this motherfucker today and fuck him up. Hey and what is this bullshit circumcision anyway? It is fucking mutilation; no Rabbi with a knife in his hand is going to improve on millions of years of evolution. Yeah, notonly is it unnecessary, it is a crime - you ever heard of murder and mayhem? Murder iswhen you kill someone, mayhem is when you dismember them. My member got likedismembered. I have no idea of what it is like to have a foreskin. I have read thatnumerous nerve endings are severed during circumcision so sex becomes lesspleasurable. But diminishing male satisfaction only causes the male to seek moresexual experiences so instead of making you less horny circumcision makes Jews morehorny. Thats why most male heterosexual porn stars are Jewish. And the shit they tellyou, the foreskin infection story is lot of crap. Shit, when I went out to the Midwest Iexpected to see hundreds of drive in foreskin clinics, to deal with all the goys foreskininfections out there. Like "Foreskins Cleaned While You Wait" shit like that that neverappeared. So fuck it all, stupidity in the world cannot be avoided, cause some of itcomes upon you while you are still dependant on your parents for life.Hey, I never had my dogs balls cut off and I never will. They call it"neutering." What the fuck does that mean? That the dog is "neutral"like Switzerland allegedly was during World War II? I call itcastration! These bitches at the dog run tell me, "Oh he has a muchless chance of getting testicular cancer if you have him neutered."No shit! By that same reasoning I should have my heart removedthen I would have a much less chance of getting a heart attack. Pugs motto is "Jumpem Hump em and Dump em" and he already knocked up a bitch at the dog run. Nowhe prefers males...he tries to cornhole them unceasingly. I would have hated to havehim as a cellmate....so what if my pug is a homo thug? What am I supposed to do?Return him to Christopher Street Pets?TWENTY MILLION FRENCHMEN CAN’T BE RIGHTLike 99% of the people in America believed in Christianity but the Jews didnt. Thissowed the seeds of dissention in the Jewish psyche, since the majority was not alwaysright. If we put it up for a vote Jesus would win hands down, at least in America. If weput it up for a vote worldwide Mohammad would have a landslide. Nonetheless, I dontgo for any of that shit. I had this fantasy of going to Ireland while the IRA was active
there and like going on the radio and giving a speech: "What the fuck are you killingeach other for assholes? Both Catholicism and Protestantism are both equally absurddelusions. Get your acts together and give up the bullshit." I would have gotten my asskicked by both sides.BEING JEWISH MEANT BEING EXTERMINATED LIKE AN INSECT Having been born just as the war ended it was bound to have had an effect on my brain. I don’t remember when it was I found out I was Jewish, it was just always something I knew. What Jewish meant to me then was people waiting in line to get gassed. Why wait in an orderly line? What the fuck was wrong with the European Jews, why didn’t they fight back more than they did? This thought bugged many intelligent kidz at the time. In Hebrew School we talked of possible extermination inAmerica. The answer was "They will get the Negroes first." We figured the Nazis hatedthe blacks more than the Jews because the blacks committed a lot of violent crime.When I studied the Nazis later in life I found exactly the opposite was true. The Nazisdidn’t want to gas all the blacks - they just wanted to send them back to Africa. It wasthe Jews that the gas chambers were reserved for. I also did not know that the Jewswere ignorant as to the real intentions of the Nazis but they should have knownsomething was up when they were separated from their children. The only good nazi isa dead nazi. So I modeled myself to be the exact opposite of the Nazis. Why worryabout being clean when the nazis bathed regularly? Why listen to classical music whenthe "civilized" nazis listened to classical music? Why not be a fucking communist, likethose who defeated the Nazi scum? Who knew what was going on inside the USSR atthe time. I became a short wave listener and tuned into Radio Moscow, which had verypowerful transmitters at the time. In my public school yearbook it stated that I listened toRadio Moscow, which my parents felt would follow me through life. Shit, the first time Iwrote to a socialist organization the Feds contacted my father. They had a mail cover onthe group and since this was my first contact with the left, they told my father I couldhave another chance if I never contacted a leftist group again. During the anti-warperiod the Feds contacted everyone who subscribed to the Yipster Times. I had to go toJohn Shattuck of the American Civil Liberties Union to get them to stop. America is afree country as long as you dont try and exercise your freedom. You are free to obey,free to conform. Shit, you can dress anyway you like, mutilate yourself to your heartscontent, but dont cross over certain bounds.SHUL IS OUT FOREVERI never believed in religion from the word go but was forced to observe the tenants oforthodox Judaism by my father, who dug the lick. I was forced to go to the ProspectPark Synagogue, which had moved from a walk up above a supermarket on FlatbushAvenue. My first memories are of this walk up house of prayer and a dude named JoeBarth, whose wife couldnt have kids, praying like a motherfucker with his tallis over hishead. I never prayed, I only pretended to, rocking back and forth and mumbling. What
difference did it make. I couldnt understand what I was saying in Hebrew. I was taughtto read and write Hebrew but not to speak it. Modern Hebrew is as difficult as Chineseto learn, there are no vowels, so a lot of immigrants to Israel can speak it but not read it.But a Jewish education, as absurd as it is focusing on superstition like don’t turn onlights on the Sabbath, is a good way to teach you to think. If you can memorize all thesecommandments your brain would have had some good exercise. Yeah, I have to admitthat I believe Jews are smarter than the rest. Many are professionals, scholars, Nobleprize winners or like really rich. But what Jews really excel at is figuring out ways todestroy themselves. Both the Jews and the Muslims voted overwhelmingly for JohnKerry - the Jews to destroy themselves, the Muslims to destroy America! Kerry wouldhave tried to gut the Patriot Act - hey the Patriot Act is aimed at Muslims, not at thegeneral population. And guess what - the feds did black bag jobs, obtained confidentialrecords and a whole lot of other things long before the Patriot Act was passed. Maybethey couldnt use the info in court but it didnt really matter since there is no justice - justice - if you go to trial. The Feds have a 90% conviction rate - tantamount to a courtmartial. If you have the temerity to question their investigative ability you gonna sit forten years my man! And guess what, while you be waiting to go to trial - if you cant makebail or are denied bail - you be living under worse conditions than after you areconvicted. Hey, I been there sports fans.I have never read the Bible. I figure I might as well wait until I get thrown in jail to do so.(First thing I did when they tossed me into The Union County Jail in Jersey was beg fora bible. The dude I was locked up with went to Erasmus, the same High School Iattended, so I asked him to sing "On Erasmus, On Erasmus Fight on to your Fame" withme. He was a big black dude who tossed some drugs while the cops were chasing him.He had the top bunk and his feet dangled down. I felt like Huck Finn on that raft in theriver, locked up but free. I had Aron Morton Kay call the dudes wife and tell her he wasclinkified at the crossbar inn because the brother couldnt do it himself for some reason. Who the fuck knows why but from the word go I never fit in the mold. Yeah, I went to PS 241, where I peed in my pants and left a big wet circle on the floor. The teacher tried to figure out who did by reconstructing who sat where. That fucking building was a fucking maze to me and I had to leave little bits of paper in the hallways when I went to the bathroom on the first floor to find my way back. Fear. Fear. Fear permeated the Jewish community that survived in America, fear theydidnt know even existed. Death. Gas chambers. Roundups. American Jews came realclose to mass death and this left an imprint on their psyches. Then there was the fearthat Jews would be labeled as Communists due to the Rosenbergs and so many others.The Rosenbergs were guilty of either trying to steal Americas atomic secrets or stealingAmericas atomic secrets - there is no doubt about that. I went through the entireRosenberg file at the FBI reading room and the sketch that they transmitted to theRussians resembled a diagram of an atomic device that some of my associates in the
Underground Press published in a Wisconsin newspaper. What they were also guilty ofwas gratitude to the Soviet Union for defeating Hitler and saving their lives. Americawould never have entered World War Two but for the attack on Pearl Harbor. Sixty-fivepercent of Americans were isolationists. The Germans were the largest ethnic groupthat immigrated here. This image we have of a little old American lady sitting in front ofher radio in the 1940s listening to war reports and saying: "Sonny we got to go overthere and fight Hitler" is a load of shit. It was more likely "Let’s not get involved in a warfor the Jews." Hitler dug Amerika. He wrote in Mein Kampf that unlike the conquerors ofLatin America, the Americans did not intermix with the indigenous population. Like therest of Mein Kampf this statement is historically inaccurate. American slave ownerscould not stay out of the slave quarters and although blacks were considered only afraction human they were human enough to fuck the shit out them. This created therace of blacks we see here in America. The first time I saw an African, on a beach in TelAviv in 1959, I could not believe it. They looked so much different than American blacks.Well, shit those were Victorian times and everyone was horny. But my take on this isthat the Constitution said that Blacks were only two thirds human beings. By implicationthis means that the other third was animal. So any slave owner that fucked three of hisslaves was fucking someone who the founding fathers considered an animal and shouldhave been busted under the laws against beastiality.Hitler dug America for other reasons. The Americans exterminated the natives or sentthem to concentration camps (not death camps) known as reservations. They gave theIndians blankets contaminated with smallpox, germ warfare that even Hitler temporarilyshunned. The Rosenbergs had a false picture of life in the Soviet Union, they nevervisited there but were taken in by CPUSA propaganda. I do not believe they were evilpeople, just deluded and victims of the Second World War.FIRECRACKERSMy major ambition when I was about 10 or 11 was to purchase anentire mat of firecrackers so I could resell them by the pack to otherkids. I saved up my money and along with my buddy, I believe it wasStevie Kirshner, we headed down to Canal Street to cop. Our firstproblem was our dress. Like we looked like our mothers dressed us,which they did. A dark complexioned older kid approached us andasked if we wanted to buy firecrackers. We said we did and he told usthat we had come the right place. As we walked down the Manhattanold city street we stopped and the kid bought us both Italian ices.Then we went into a red bricked housing project building and were told to give him themoney and wait on the staircase. He was going up to see Joey Maldanado in Apartment15-B. An hour passed. Than two. Soon we realized we had been ripped off. We went to15-B and knocked on the door. A Puerto-Rican lady answered. She didn’t speakEnglish. I learned two things from this experience - always ask to see the goods beforeyou turn over the money and the Italians will fill your stomach before they rip you off.This little piece of knowledge came in handy later on in life. It was 1980 and Aron Kay
and I were hitchhiking back from a Yippie Conference in Columbus, Ohio. It was astrange night: First we got picked up by a military policeman whose ambition was to joinUnited States Customs so that one day he could take a bribe and become rich. Heknew there was no other way this was going to happen. Then a dude in an antique carpicked us up. A skinny dark haired Italian junkie from Brooklyn, the kind of guy even theMafia wouldnt touch. The evil that Brooklyn could produce often gave me cause towonder. This dude was all scarred up and began to reminisce about the variousaccidents he had been in. Aron, who had a big scar on his neck from an old autoaccident began to chime in about his mishap. I didn’t dig the conversation in the least.When he stopped off to get gas the dude bought us some food and asked us where welived and if he could come upstairs and make a telephone call. I told him we lived onMcDougal Street in the village. When we got to the Holland tunnel and stopped for thetoll I opened the door and Aron and I got out quickly. The dude drove off. The cops sawus and told us if we were still there when they returned we were busted. Luckily wewere pretty well known in New York City at the time and someone who recognized usgave us a lift home. I went over to my buddy Lennys pad on Sixth Avenue. Lenny was aprofessional poker player who collected antique cars. I picked up a newspaper Lennyhad lying about and there was an article about a dude who had placed an a classifiedad in a newspaper stating that he wished to sell his antique car, the same make andmodel car that we had just driven in with the psychopath. The dude lived inPennsylvania. When the guy arrived to look at the short, he pulled a gun, tied up theowner and stole the car. That was the last time I hitchhiked...THE FIRST TIME I GOT TURNED ON I lived under a very oppressive regime thanks to my father, Ezra Weberman, who was into Judaism. I was strictly forbidden from eating pork. But I never believed any of that horseshit from the get go. Pork was supposed to contain trichina worm anyway, so you weren’t missing anything. Of course finding a non-Jewish student who had to stay home for school because he hadtrichinosis was unheard of. The first one to turn me on was my friend Martin Levinsonsmother, Risha Levinson. And the first one was free. Risha Levinson was a livingexample of the creativity of second-generation Russian Jewish immigrants. She is stillaround today as sentient and creative as ever at age 90. Her son Martin wrote a book,Brooklyn Boomer, wherein he recalled the childhood experiences we shared incommon. Unfortunately this angelic lady turned me on to ham, not lobster. But this waskewl cause it was ham for the first time in years of ham free existence. Oh I had hadunkosher shit before. Like my mother washed my mouth out with hand soap after I saidSHIT a couple of times in the elevator. She should have used Rokeach kosher kitchensoap. The soap was like a gateway drug. So it was either Risha or my mom that got mestarted on the stuff. The next unkosher experience I remember was in a candy storenear my public school, PS 241 in Brooklyn. In Crown Heights, all black kids now. It wasraining and I was sitting next to Andrew Pulos whose father was a superintendent.Pulos was a dummy, and I attributed this to his environment. I had saved my allowanceand I ordered a steak sandwich for the first time. It came on a Kaiser roll, and consisted
of several thin layers of steak like Steak Ums. The meat had not been koshered. Therewere still traces of blood in it. Blood. Blood is tasty shit, the Chinese eat coagulated pigblood. Like Jews kidnap Christian kids and eat them? Hey kids aint kosher, they haveno split hooves.One problem that Jewish people have is that they are too civilized. Non-Jews dont havethis problem, they have another one: civilization is merely a veneer that can be strippedoff at any moment. Koshering meat means civilizing meat, as if meat could be civilized?But the Bible implies that you are what you eat. What this boils down to is draining theblood and salting it to get rid of the blood. Like I think the first commandment is not eatthe flesh of an animal while it is still alive. Like it is hard for me to picture a bunch ofHebrews getting together and each taking turns taking bites out of a live cow. Theymust have eaten smaller animals while they were still alive. It also means only eatinganimals with a split hoof that chew their cud, only eating fish with scales. Now as agarbologist I was at first offended by the fact that Jews were not allowed to eatcreatures that were scavengers like lobsters. I was a scavenger. What in the fuck waswrong with scavengers? Then I realized that these creatures were high in cholesteroland especially unhealthy. It was also kewl to kill animals in a humane fashion, humanefor the times at least. Animals are eventually going to die, why not slaughter thembefore this happens and recycle them as food? Thats why eating veal is uncool. Veal isbaby cow so the animal is not given a chance to live and reproduce. Chickens that arelocked in small cages all their lives are also uncool. But if an animal lives out its life andis going to croak anyway recycle the fucker. But dont pig out on the stuff. One needsabout half the size of a normal American portion to thrive.
MY MOTHERMy mom, Sara Weberman, was no dummy. She was the personal secretary of RitaSands, a member of the Board of Education who was paid $1. a year by the city for herservices. This, however, turned me into what is now known as....THE UNHAPPY CAMPER My father was Orthodox, my mother was secular. This made for strange karma. When my father suspected my mother was buying non-kosher food, he went through our garbage and read the labels. This inspired me to go through Dylans garbage and become the first garbologist. I went to P.S. 241 in Brooklyn, instead of to Yeshiva, however, during thesummertime I attended Camp Maple Lake, an Orthodox Jewish summer camp.Suddenly, I was forced to pray three times a day, wear a Kippur, and observe the lawsof the Sabbath. I took out my frustrations on my bunkmate, Salo Belkin, the son of thePresident of Yeshiva University. Salo was in an automobile accident, and was retarded.This, I felt, was a major factor in his being a true believer in Judaism, and I gave himmany a chance to demonstrate his loyalty to the Jewish faith.I brought Salo to a remote part of Camp Maple Lake. I grabbed his yarmulke then ran. Ireminded Salo that the Torah forbade him to walk without his head covered in thepresence of God for more than four feet. Later I learned that there was no suchcommandment. It was merely custom that caused Jews to cover their heads, not theword of God. Salo was PARALIZED. I left the yarmulke on the ground just out of hisreach. If he stretched his body enough he could get his yarmulke back and be on hisway. Salo lay down on the ground on his stomach, extended his arm, and reached for itwith all his might ---- but he couldnt get it, proving, God did not exist.Salo never finished his evening prayers on time. I finished on time, since I never reallyprayed, but merely pretended to do so, rocking back and forth and moving my lips as if Iwas reading the Hebrew words that I could not understand. Belkin finished his prayersin the back room of the bunkhouse, after everyone was asleep. I came in there onenight, while Belkin was in the middle of the Shamona Esrick, a prayer where you areforbidden to walk or talk, and I shut the light off, making it impossible for him to finish. Ireminded Salo "No walking or talking during the Shemona Esrick!!!" Since he was in themiddle of the prayer, Salo was forced to stay in the backroom, unable to call for helpand unable to move. He was paralyzed by his religion. At approximately 4:00 a.m. oneof my fellow campers had to use the john. He discovered Salo and released him. Hedescribed Salo as having been "foaming at the mouth or frothing at the mouth."The esteemed Rabbi Belkin visited Camp Maple Lake. My camp counselors, AlanDershowitz and Daniel Chill, made me return everything I had stolen from Belkin, so hewould have some stuff in his cubby when his father arrived. I gave him back his stuff,knowing I could steal it again after Rabbi Belkin left. While stealing Salos stuff for asecond time around, I found a Kodak flash camera loaded with film. Rabbi Belkin also
left a mailing envelope with his home address on it, so Salo could mail him the film andhe could have it developed. I called my friend Tanny Berman. Tanny and I entered thebunkhouse when it was empty, and got the camera from Salos cubby. I pulled down mypants. Now most kids would have mooned the Rabbi, but I had Tanny take close upshots of my pecker. (I had one public hair at the time). I mailed the film to the Rabbi.Salo got to keep the camera because it would be evidence against him when his fathertried to determine whose hairless pecker was in the pictures. Salo had been Oswalded!I never could figure out what happened to those pictures, no one complained, ormentioned anything about them, ever. Alan Deshowitz did the O.J. Simpson case.Danny Chill was an attorney for Bernard Bergman, who ran a series of old age homeswhere old Jewish people were neglected.Salo only lived for 43 years. I was extremely sad to discover this and realized that Iloved Salo Belkin. I attributed my actions to the human condition.We were all super-horney in those days. One of my fellow campers, Norbert Ecstein,heard that there was a prostitute by the name of Mary Vega in Manhattan. When wereturned from camp, Norbert got the Manhattan white pages and called up every MaryVega in it, to inquire if she was the Mary Vega who was a prostitute.TIMES SQUARE...NOW THE ONLY ONE TO FUCK IS DONALD DUCK I began to cut class and head for Times Square, in order to pursue my interest in African culture. In those days the courts had decided that the breasts of African woman could be shown in movie theatres since they could not possibly arouse passion in the white man. (I am not a white man, I am a Jew, but I assumed the law also covered me) So I became a devotee of movies such as "Bare Africa" "Naked Africa." This brought me to 42nd Street, and Huberts Trained Flea Circus, the last freak show on Times Square. By the time I got to Hubert’s there were notrained fleas, at least I dont remember seeing any. I dont remember anything aboutHuberts except for a snake dancer who danced to Tequila and a midget or two. Theplace latter became a peep show, which was sort of a freak show in itself, and then wastorn down by Disney. Someday I hope to head the Times Square De-DevelopmentBoard, where I will supervise the destruction of The New Times Square and recreatethe old one - with its dirty movie theatres, Modells, Richards Dive Shop, titty shows, hot
dog luncheonettes, stores selling transistor radios and stilettos, dirty magazine storesand Tanfastic - one of the raunchiest whore houses ever...THE GALLO BROTHERS: BROOKLYN CIRCA 1959 Strangely enough, my association with the Gallo crime family started after I became a Jean Shepard listener in the mid-1950s. Shepard told of life in Chicago during the Depression and came up with a lot of good Americana. His sponsors were mostly located in the Village and included Ed Fancher of the Village Voice, the Paperbook Gallery, Ying and Yang restaurant, the Cafe Bizarre, Marlboro Books - all that survives in the Voice. JeanShepard died on Sunday October 17, 1999 in Sanibel Island, Florida. Shepardsobituary stated that he had two children that he never acknowledged were his. Theyapparently hated him, proving, that the great artist is not always the greatest person. Agood example of this is Dr. Destouches, also known as Louis Ferdinand Celine.Although he was a Jew hater and Nazi collaborator there is no denying that he wrotesome great books such as Journey to the End of Night. One day circa 1958 I brought aJean Shepard LP with me to Erasmus Hall High School. A homeroom classmateapproached me. He said, "Hey man, are you a listener?" Like Shepard would have allhis listeners flash their electric lights on and off at 4:00 a.m. sothat they could identify each other and groove on each other.His listeners were termed "a cult". I said, "Yeah, Im a JeanShepard listener." (Shepard also said that names weresymbolic - pointing to his own name) The classmate was NeilHickey, and his mother was one of Joey and Larry Gallossisters. The Gallo brothers were notorious gangsters inBrooklyn. Joey had a pet lion at his headquarters on PresidentStreet. When the cops caught him with his pet, Joey hadsomeone come forward and take the rap for him. Joey got shot in Umbertos ClamHouse. Dylan sang a song about, him, called "Joey," but I was buddies with his hippienephew. Dylan was just a sports fan. Neil told me that while visiting his grandmother,Larry "Kid Blast" Gallo ran into the house, grabbed Neil, took him to a bedroom, andthrew up the mattress from his bed, then took aim at the door with a handgun. No oneappeared and Neil split. I am sure Neil shit in his pants. The Gallos favored admittingblacks into the mob. When Joey did time, he was the first white to get a haircut from aNegro barber. Neil asked me what kind of music I dug. I said, "I dig like My Fair Lady"the only kind of music I knew about at the time. Neil took two steps back and said,"Man, you dont dig jazz?" I said, "Like Bennie Goodman?" He says, "No man, like JohnColtrane." I became close with Neil, who introduced me to Dennis DAmico. When myparents found out I was hanging with Italians, they freaked. They wanted to know if theywere dark skinned Italians, or light skinned Italians. My parents were like weird. Whenever there was a report of an accident, or murder, on the radio or television, they wouldlisten for the persons name and then say "Not a Jewish name." I did not get along withthem and on return from college I found a note written in my blood in which I vowed to
kill my mother later on in life for the repression I had suffered when I was a child. Ivowed never to chicken out, even if what my mom did to me seemed trivial later on inlife. I purchased a starter pistol. Whenever I had a fight with my parents I would comeout of my room and pump a few blank rounds in their direction. I was a strange, immoralkid. Before I became a beatnik and leftist, I was into scams. I purchased condoms fromMark Krause, who worked at a Pharmacy near my school, PS 241, put pinholes in them,then sold them to kids. Krause admitted later on that he also put pinholes in them. Ionce stiffed Krause for scumbag shipment and he came after me and twisted my armuntil I paid up. Krause contacted me via email and is now a stage manager and a coolguy. It turns out his parents sent him to military school - the ultimate threat back then -so that was why he did not attend the same high school (Erasmus Hall) that I did. Thekids would attach the condoms to water faucets, then turn on the water and watch themexplode. Here is a candid photo of one of my customers checking the product: Neil and I played the African drums. Our hero was Babalundi Olatungi, whose record, Lumumba Died For All Africa, was recalled by Columbia Records. I purchased a congo drum at Macys and Neil got a set of bongos. We liked to jam, so we went over to Neils grandmothers house every Saturday. Mrs. Gallo was a short, red-headed lady, who would also say "See you later, alligator." Why she spawned a bunch of gangsters was beyond me. Neil and I formed the Progressive Bible Readers. We read from the first page of Genesis with bongosand congo drum accompaniment in between. It was weird. It was like "In the beginning"(thump, thump, thump) God created Heaven and Earth (thump thump thump)". I toldDylan about the Progressive Bible Readers and he did a song that parodies it, "GodGave Names to all the Animals, In the Beginning." One day Mrs. Gallo tells me this:"Whena Joey wasa boy the Monkey Grinder used to come around and a give Joeymoney." He shook down the monkey grinder!!! Joey later went into the juke boxbusiness and juke boxes began appearing in butcher shops, dry cleaning stores etc. Wewould confront Neil: "Hey, we heard your uncle beat up another butcher today."Gangsterism had lost its romanticism. We had all become Socialists or Communists,and my career as a con man ended abruptly, because this kind of thing went againstSocialist principles. It was wrong to cheat people. It was something the capitalists did.