I wake up next to a woman and send her for cigarettes. Or I wake up, and the woman goes for cigarettes without my asking. The woman wakes up and says, “I’m going to have to keep Gary away for a while,” to which I either reply, “Get me some cigarettes,” or “Cigarettes.” I never hear from the woman again. She moves on. “I’ll have to keep Gary away for a while,” are the last words this woman speaks before even putting on her shirt, and I just send her out for cigarettes or off to die. Perhaps the woman was unable to successfully keep away from Gary. Captured by Gary while out for cigarettes and shredded to ribbons. Before the woman even put on a shirt, I said, “It’s sad, but it’s true.” I said, “It’s hard, but it’s fair.” I said, “She had a good home, she just wouldn’t stay.” A kiss on the cheek. This woman the harlot. Gary the wolf. The cheek in ribbons.