Notes of a Dirty Old Man (1965)
Story (1965)
Excerpt
Notes of a Dirty Old Man
It was like a wood drill, it might have been a wood drill, I could smell the oil burning, and they'd stick that thing into my head into my flesh and it would drill and bring up blood and puss, and I'd sit there the monkey of my soul-string dangling over the edge of a cliff. I was covered with boils the size of small apples. It was ridiculous and unbelievable. Worst case I ever saw, said one of the docs, and he was old...
Appears in Magazines
- Open City - January 24-30 1968, pg. 12