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then get tired, then bang again. I watch her cry, him search for
a reflective surface. I watched them sweat, remove their jackets,
try to sleep, and then get up again. Then they very slowly begin
to disappear. At first they became slightly transparent. Then they
vanish all together. They are nothing without an audience.
***
Gray stopped promoting and although everybody felt his absence
from the nightlife, they acted as if he had never happened.
I tried calling and left plenty of messages, but he never called
me back. I bumped into Pascal, the owner of 431, (where Gray
used to promote), and he told me that he didn’t know
where Gray was either. He just stopped showing up at the club,
stopped printing his flyers, stopped submitting his guest lists.
He said that eventually he started leaving messages for him,
but that Gray never returned any of his calls. He said that
he thought he spotted Gray a week before, crossing a street
in SoHo in the late afternoon. He was wearing a cowboy hat,
black jeans, and a black T-shirt. He looked really skinny and
frail, his shirt was blowing in the wind, and he held his right
hand over his hat, so it wouldn’t fly away. But Pascal
wasn’t sure because the guy was covering his face with
his forearm. Pascal said he called out his name, and Gray didn’t
seem to hear him, even though he was the only man on the street. “He
was so skinny, it’s like he was half see-through or something,” he
told me. Two days after seeing Pascal, I read about the accident.
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