The paraphrased words of Charles Bukowski’s Ham On Rye, as seen through the eyes of his alter ego (in the case the young), Henry Chinaski. Played by Yannick Lalonde-Woods.
"The doctors have decided on a new approach. We’re going to bandage your face to effect drainage."
My whole head was bandaged. I was all white. Nothing could be seen but my eyes, my mouth and my ears, and some tufts of hair sticking up at the top of my head. I was hidden. It was wonderful. I stood and lit a cigarette and glanced about the lobby. I felt very exceptional and a bit evil. Nobody had any idea of what had happened to me. Car crash. A fight to the death. A murder. Fire. Nobody knew.
On the ride home I sat in the back smoking cigarettes out of my bandaged head. People stared but I didn’t care. There was more fear than horror in their eyes now. I hoped I could stay this way forever. I rode to the end of the line and got off. The afternoon was going into evening and I stood on the corner of Washington Boulevard and Westview Avenue watching the people. Those few who had jobs were coming home from work. I didn’t have a job. I didn’t go to school. I didn’t do anything. I was bandaged. I was standing on the corner smoking a cigarette. I was a tough man. I was a dangerous man.
A woman walked down the street toward me. She had fine legs. First I stared right into her eyes and then I looked down at her legs, and as she passed I watched her ass. I drank her ass in. I memorized her ass and the seams of her silk stockings. I never could have done that without my bandages.