Cruising Page #3

I think it is, yeah.

Why do it, then?

Skip patrol, gold shield right away.

Can we talk about something else, yeah?

Your father called today.

Yeah?

Gold shield?

I didn't realize you were so ambitious.

There's a lot about me

you don't know.

Such as?

Hi.

- Hi.

- When'd you move in?

Yesterday. Yesterday afternoon.

I must have been asleep

with the air conditioner on.

I've been sleeping days

and working nights.

Like Fidel Castro,

only he's running a whole country.

Right.

I'm Ted Bailey.

I'm John Forbes.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Doing a little house cleaning?

Oh, these, yeah.

Somebody left them in my closet.

Yeah, that was Bobby.

He had exotic tastes.

Don't put them in the trash bin.

Mrs. McGuire likes it

if we stack our magazines.

She sells them.

- You're putting me on.

- No.

She hasn't figured out how to sell ordinary

garbage, so that she lets us throw out.

And don't hang any pictures.

I know, she told me.

Hey, you got time for a cup of coffee?

Really primo, right down the street.

Dinnertime I only eat seafood.

I gotta watch myself

or I balloon up like Shelley Winters.

It's worse when I'm working

on something.

I hope my typing didn't bother you.

What are you working on?

I'm trying to finish a play.

Oh, yeah? What kind of play?

Boy meets boy, boy loses boy,

boy ends up with analyst.

It's a light romantic comedy.

It's old-fashioned and sophisticated.

The kind nobody's interested in anymore.

- Hey, come here.

- Well, I hope that doesn't bother you.

Hell, no. Listen, it'd be hard to be

ignored if I was Paddy Chayefsky...

...but I'm just trying to make a buck. Hey.

Things are tough right now,

but I feel it's my destiny to be recognized.

My roommate works steadily,

so we get by.

What's your roommate do?

He's a dancer. Gregory Milanese.

He's out of town right now

working on a musical.

He's trying out in Westport or someplace.

So I'm at loose ends, so to speak.

How about yourself?

Oh, I just quit school. Art school.

Looking for a job, commercial artist.

- Good luck.

- Yeah.

So where you been living?

Well, I was living

in the Bronx with my folks.

The first Braille waitress.

Hey, did you read about the killings?

- Homo killer on the prowl?

- Yeah, I was reading about that.

Talk of every gay bar in town.

- Scared to death of cruising myself.

- They're gonna get that guy.

- The cops are gonna get him.

- The cops?

Listen, if they get their hands on him, they'll

make him a member of the Vice Squad.

Let me tell you. We had another killing

like this one about five or six months ago.

I don't even think it made the papers.

But we heard about it around here.

The victim was a teacher at Columbia.

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