You didn't come to me in time. And by the time you came to me that fool of a doctor had bled and leeched the lifeblood out of Timmy.

There were some of the dives that could have been performed better but it was good to have a hit-out.

The bar where we're playing — a dank little hole in Manhattan's East Village that attracts a following every three years or so when some young fauxhemian discovers the place and writes about it for Time Out New York or The Village Voice, usually under a catchy headline like Dives We Love — is quiet, almost empty if you don't count the regulars.

Within the tantric tradiion itself there is a long-standing debate about the propriety of such acts, and whereas the vamachara practice uses these elements in their actual forms, in the dakshinachara (right-hand) practice other items are substituted for the forbidden ones.