Harley Winik's big brother Freddie with the fucked up tooth, once lured Mooch into his bedroom to, "Come see my bar mitzvah presents." Instead he tackled Mooch onto his bed, pinned him down and planted a sloppy kiss on his fuzzy cheek. That's what Mooch said.
Andrew Greelie, the compulsive pimple-popping film critic from The Suburban, had once rubbed up against Mooch's leg in the jazz section of Riley's Funky Record Hut, while Mooch was lost in the album cover of the Mahavishnu Orchestra's first album, Birds of Fire. That's what Mooch said.
And Josephine, the ersatz tranny who offered to fellate Mooch in the alley next to Dutchie's Record Cave while Mooch was toking away on a roach. That's what Mooch said.
Every 'mo in town wanted a piece of Mooch, at least that's what he said and I never understood why.
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