Share this postDecember 16th, 1981www.thelasthundredmiles.comCopy linkFacebookEmailNotesOtherDecember 16th, 1981The Last Hundred MilesOct 21, 2022ShareI am picked up by a cop on 7th Avenue— who comes back to the apartment. The fantasy is realized. Primal fantasies, symptomatic of self loathing— secondary ailments begin to heal.