Fleshpot on 42nd Street1973

Dusty Cole:
Listen, have you seen Hal around anywhere?

Cherry Lane:
Hal? Didn't you hear?

Dusty Cole:
Hear what?

Cherry Lane:
He's in jail. He got five years.

Dusty Cole:
For what?

Cherry Lane:
He hit a cop!

Dusty Cole:
Hal?

Cherry Lane:
Yeah! One night we were all standing around in front of Grants minding our own business when all of a sudden this cop comes along and tells us to move along. We say that we aren't doing anything and Hal comes up and tries to be nice to the prick. Then the cop, for no reason, gives him a shove. You know that Hal can't stand for anyone to give him a shove... let alone a cop. Before you know it, Hal is shoving the cop and the cop goes down and we are all trying to get Hal the hell out of there. All of a sudden, these other cops show up from out of nowhere and they beat the sh*t out of Hal and threw him into the backseat of one of their squad cars. Those sons of b*tches, they wouldn't even let us see him in jail. One of the queens who was in the jail at the time later told us that they messed him up good. A broken jaw, broken left cheekbone. He was so delirious that he didn't even recognize Pinky. Remember Pinky? That colored drag queen who I used to run around with?

Dusty Cole:
Where's Hal now?

Cherry Lane:
Upstate somewhere. They never would tell us where. Now... what other good news have I got for you?

Dusty Cole:
Nothing. I was hoping Hal could pimp for me. He's so good at that.

Cherry Lane:
Yeah. Unlike the other pimps, he had real class.