Anyway, Ginsberg came up, introduced himself and announced he wanted to fuck Bobby. And I said, “Well, hello, what’s holding you back?” And he said “I’m shy”. I said “Isn’t that sad?” I can’t remember much more about that meeting except that’s all Ginsberg wanted to talk about. I was a little insulted myself. I hadn’t realised he wouldn’t have any interest in me at all and was just using me to get to Bobby. Then Bobby was completely and totally drunk. We got him out in the car and he was, oh, maudlin. I don’t remember what he was saying, but I said “Ginsberg wants to go to bed with you,” and he said “Oh, oh, far out,” and then he passed out…