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I
gave
them
50
cents
.
(
IMMORTAL
WRITER
COMES
TO
AID
OF
STREET
URCHINS
)
They
ran
off
.
I
opened
the
door
to
the
Volks
and
put
the
wine
inside
.
Just
as
I
did
a
van
drove
up
rapidly
and
the
door
slammed
open
.
A
woman
was
roughly
pushed
out
.
She
was
a
young
Mexican
,
about
22
,
no
breasts
,
dressed
in
grey
slacks
.
Her
black
hair
was
dirty
and
scraggly
.
The
man
in
the
van
screamed
at
her
:
"
YOU
GOD
DAMNED
WHORE
!
YOU
SICK
FUCKING
WHORE
!
I
OUGHTA
KICK
YOUR
STUPID
ASS
!
"
"
YOU
DUMB
PRICK
!
"
she
screamed
back
.
"
YOU
STINK
OF
SHIT
!
"
He
leaped
out
of
the
van
and
ran
toward
her
.
She
ran
off
toward
the
liquor
store
.
He
saw
me
,
gave
up
the
chase
,
got
back
in
the
van
,
roared
through
the
parking
lot
,
and
then
swung
off
down
Hollywood
Boulevard
.
I
walked
up
to
her
.
"
You
all
right
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
