Fiction
In Memoriam
June 7, 1935 - March 28, 2012
Harry Crews
"Wait, Knockout," said Oyster Boy. "We're just going to have a little fun. You'll hurt my feelings if you leave." His voice was full of pleading, maybe even of grief.
"My deal didn't include oysters," said Eugene, pulling on his trousers over his boxing trunks.
"My god, a virgin," said Jake.
"Yeah, lady," said Eugene, slipping into his motorcycle boots, "just you and me, both virgins."
"You'd be surprised what you can do with an oyster," said Purvis.
"No, I wouldn't," Eugene said, buttoning his shirt as he left the room.
—The Knockout Artist (1988)