a few days ago i had another late night with the mammal...i was talking to a friend 'bird' on the phone at four in the morning when the mammal comes home with friends of his from karaoke...he bursts into my room, to see if i am home, and when he sees me on the phone he apologizes and retreats...i decide i need a cigarette, so i say goodbye to my friend, and venture out into the abyss to bum one from the mammal...there are two people sitting on the futon one gay male, drunk as a skunk, and a woman more composed...i immediately like both of them...before i can raise the tip of my new found cigarette to the flame, the gay guy is hitting on me...i brush it off explaining my orientation, and it is forgotten for the rest of the night...quickly the two guests yell at mammal for putting on more sean paul, and they insist he put on bob dylan...the conversation switches to new jersey, and for some odd reason, although not from jersey, the gay guy expresses interest...every ten minutes or so he asks the mammal again where we are from and every time the mammal answers patiently and accurately...somehow andy warhol comes up and the gay guy remarks, "ohh edie sedgwick's story was sooo sad, i have never heard a more tragic story"...[author's note: sedgwick, a model in new york in the 60's, was associated with warhol and bob dylan among others, she died of a drug overdose at 28]...mammal loves this and runs with it in a lighthearted manner, "out of all the horrible things that have happened in the world, the death of some new york model is the most tragic?"...the other two are hardly listening and have moved to the computer to look up the wikipedia file on sedgwick...mammal procedes to break out 'blonde on blonde' [rumoured to be partly based on sedgwick] on vinyl and plays it on the victrola...the night continues in this vein until they leave at six in the morning...the mammal stays up with me until nine debating mao, stalin, and marxism...finally, with the sun fully risen in the sky, and the good people of this fair city heading to work, the mammal goes to bed...