The Boss

The Contessa says that she is going to visit the Boss and asks would I like to go. Say yes, very quickly before have thought things through. Feel that this is the kind response but also feel that trip to see boss will be Depressing. Say so to the Contessa. She says, Don't be dumb, which makes feel both angry at the Contessa and like am a bad person. We take train to upper east side. Instead of talking, worry about all the inconsiderate, mean, stingy, hard hearted things have ever done. Evidentally quite a few. We get to apartment. The Boss sitting up in living room, but nurse in evidence in kitchen. On side table see glass of water with the kind of straw that bends. Straw arouses feelings of sadness. The Boss says, I can't get up to offer you a drink, but get something from the liquor cabinet. Don't know where cabinet is, but the Contessa does. She holds up a bottle of wine and a bottle of Scotch, raises one eyebrow. Think that four in the afternoon is far too early for Scotch so point at the wine. Boss drinks water from straw. The Contessa pours three glasses of wine. The Boss says, none for me, but I can have this. Pulls marijuana pipe out of pocket in pajama top. Says, It's medical. Proceedes to smoke. Passes pipe to the Contessa. Drink wine quickly. When it comes time for me to smoke, refuse pipe on grounds that it makes me Worry. Extremely painful and strange number of minutes during which am peer pressured by Boss and the Contessa to smoke. Phrase, It's medical, repeated many many times. Fifteen minutes later, am lying on floor gasping for breath because of Boss's extremely funny and nasty imitation of the Vice-Boss's interviewing style. He hitches up his pajama pant leg and drinks from imaginary vanilla bottle. Have very pleasant time. Only later when on train downtown do traditional paranoid thoughts creep into Brain. Attempt to read magazine nonchalantly, but feel that the lady holdindg the hand of the girl in pigtails Knows.