“Henry In The Wall” is one of my favorite stories. I wrote the first few lines of it when posing for a photo at my typewriter. I left the lines: “Why all of these days where that cold satisfaction never comes to those that reside and die, and fuck under the bridge of our society?”, for a few weeks. One day Mack was looking for something at my desk and read what I had written. He urged me to continue with it, and so I did.
I won’t tell you too much about it.
On a last note: Mack says that the story reminds him of Ginsberg. I can’t say I wasn’t going for something similar to his writing.
Here is the link!