I was visiting with Lou Reed, he was showing me his new signature line of guitar pedals made exclusively for performers in high heels. The pedals didn’t even work unless you hit ‘em with a foot in a high heel shoe. 👠 👠

My tongue was removed from my mouth. It was in my jean pocket, wrapped up in a wad of bloody paper towels. I fished it out and stuffed it back in my mouth. It was cold, and alien. I tried to fit it back where it belonged, because I needed to ask Neil Young if punk rock was a problem for him.