Fleshpot on 42nd Street1973

Dusty Cole:
How's your mother?

Cherry Lane:
She threw me out. I guess she got tired of me using all her hairspray.

Dusty Cole:
Where are you living now?

Cherry Lane:
Some hole in the wall on the Lower East Side. It's not much to look at but it's rent controlled. I don't keep much food over there because ever time I do the cockroaches mug me for the food I bring home.

Dusty Cole:
How much rent do you pay?

Cherry Lane:
40 a month. I've been so desperate for cash that I've been trying to make the landlord make me live rent free for the past two months. I figure that if I can corner him once I could live rent free until my lease expires.

Dusty Cole:
Always working don't you?

Cherry Lane:
Listen honey, you've got to get what you can out of this life. I don't want to wind up like my mother without a pot to piss in when I'm her age. America ain't no place for old folks. I'll bet in 10 or 15 years they'll be building camps for the aging. But if Nixon gets re-elected it'll probably be a police state anyway, so what difference does it make?