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The Month-Long Party
DIMITRI MUGIANIS
OnceHunckefellanddislocatedhisshoulder.Hewasseventy-eightyearsold,and
hehadbeengoingtocopsomecoke!Andthenherefusedtogotothehospital!At
the time, I was back visiting my parents in Detroit. He phoned me and made me
come back to New York before he would go to the hospital. James Rasin had to
comeinfromsomeplaceelse.Hunckewantedtowalkintothehospitalsurrounded
by a bunch of young men. Pretty young men! He wanted to be taken care of!
When we arrived, we took him to the hospital, and it became another big
scene. At least the doctor who examined him had a sense of humor. The doctor
asked him what medication he was on at the time. Huncke answered the doctor
with this proudsmile onhis face. “I'm ona hundred milligrams ofMethadone!”
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The doctor smiled. “How's it working for you?”
Then Hunke's broken shoulder turned into a freaking party in his hospital
room! There were people in there getting high and drinking. His hospital room-
mate named Frenchie, this old Puerto Rican dude, loved it because he was dying
of cancer and at this party he wanted cigarettes. We said, “Well, he
is
dying of
cancer! Here's a carton of cigarettes, Frenchie! Smoke your ass off!”
There were pretty girls coming in who drank wine with us. There was good
music playing, there was weed, the works! This was the broken shoulder party at
the hospital that lasted for months.
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