Obituary: Gary Floyd
I was alone on the radio one night. Got a call from a listener. He said “this is a little weird, but I’m listening to the show, and I’m a cabbie. This guy got in the cab, and asked me to turn down the radio, and I said no. He was being a little bitch about it. So, I just dropped him off at the porn shop and he said to wait for 15 minutes. So, maybe in like 20 minutes you could play some thing really fucked up to mess with him?” I agreed, and then a half hour later I cued up “Saturday Night at the Bookstore”.
About 20 minutes after that the cabbie called back. Hysterically laughing, he said it was perfect, and the guy got really squirmy and weird and gave him a big tip and got out of the cab real quick.
Years later I got to tell Gary Floyd that story, and he just cackled on the bar stool. What a hero! He was singing with Ivy and her mom at the end of my night there, but not their night.
That’s my best Gary Floyd story, but not the only one. As a frequent visitor to San Francisco, I’d often see him getting on or off the bus, at the San Francisco anarchist bookfair, and just around. He was always kind and cordial, and occasionally it seemed like we were a welcome interruption to his day.
RIP Gary.
Another Saturday night, out at the bookstore. Huh!
It looks like every fuckin! piece of trash in town blew in!
Hey man, you got a quarter? I wanna watch peep show number 3!
You seen it? I think it's a real good one. Baby, getcha turned on!
I don't want to know your name! I don't give a fuck what your name is!
Saturday night out at the bookstore, drop a quarter!
Everybody here's up on the screen!
I think I just fuckin' fell in love with a glory hole!
I think I fuckin' fell in love with a nameless frame!
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
You're at the bookstore too!
Cause I've seen you! You fuckin' pig! You live out in West Lake Hills, and your fat fuckin' wife, coming out at Safeway on a Sunday afternoon, and see me standing there, and you don't even speak to me. You don't want to know me, do you? Cause I done sucked your fuckin' cock through the glory hole, isn't that ugly?
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
You're at the bookstore too!
I saw your motherfuckin' ass
Everybody's hanging out on a Saturday!
And us losers man, we go to the bookstore and pay our fuckin' paychecks right in the glory hole!
I'm in love with a glory hole
I'm in love with a glory hole
Another Saturday night! Isn't that nice? You ever spent a fuckin' Saturday night at a fuckin' glory hole?
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
You're at the bookstore too!
Aren't you there? I fuckin' seen you there! Yeah, your dick! Who gives a fuck about your goddamn name?
Pretty car, who cares?!
Pretty kid, who cares?!
Who cares what your fuckin' kid's name is?
Hey, I want to suck your dick after the show, motherfucker. Throw another beer can at my asshole. I seen you in the bookstore! Give good head? I think you do!
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
You're at the bookstore too!
Bleh! You fuckin' faggot, hangin' out in West Lake Hills. You don't want to talk to me at Safeway, do you? A pretty boy like me?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You don't want to talk to me?
You like it?
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
I'm at the bookstore
You're at the bookstore too!
Suckin' on my dick, motherfucker. I'm in love with a god-damn glory hole, and you're on the other side of it! Huh! Tell your fat wife! Tell your fuckin' wife! Faggot! Tell your wife!
