Smashing it up.

3am. 

A bar in Chinatown.

I'm sniffing up some powder on the tip of my key.

Chaim wonders if you can catch Hepatitis A this way.

Or B.

Or C.

Is A better than B, which is better than C?

Chaim wonders whether Hepatitis U just flunked out of disease school early because of family trouble.

I go back into the cubicle where I left Kaya, legs spread, on the covered toilet.

She swallows me whole.  Generations of Judaic manhood, reduced to this, a hastily impromtu coke fuelled blow job, in a toilet cubicle in downtown LA.

Cut to:

Turns out Kaya, a development executive at Warner Brothers, lives two blocks down from the bar where we'd gone to celebrate my latest picture getting the thumbs up.

Kaya's bed.

She looks up at me as I give her some further education on the plight of the Jewish people.

Have you got any Jewish in you I ask her, You have now.

Its an old joke, but for a bloated greying coke'd up Chaim, its de rigeur.

My Mogen David, or for the gentile shiksa non believers amongst us yes that 's you with the foreskin, come out with your hands up, and your foreskin rolled down around your ankles..

for those of you in this camp, its the star of david chain I wear around my Jewish neck.

Anyway, My star of david smashes against Kaya's eye as I thrust back and forth.

Chaim is like a Baptist, annointing Kaya with the Star of David, smashing her eye with it as he smashes her up.

Kaya is a cute Chinese American with some Mexican blood.

Chaim is spoilt.

Dom Hashman, VP of Warner Village, took her under his wing and seconded her to my prod company for six months.

Nice one Dom. 

Lambs to the slaughter.

To the beautiful Oriental women of this world, thank you, me love you long time.

I gotta go. I'm on an all night edit, fuelled with coke and whisky.

I am Chaim's lost youth.

Kids - drop the cappel, drop the books, go find the mojo.

Keep it covered, keep it locked on.

Chaim out.