Rant

hyperactivity, in tandem with the disinhibitions caused by said brain damage, can also spur the infected individual to seek the pleasure of compulsive, casual sexual activity, further spreading the disease, and earning syphilis the common moniker of “Cupid’s disease.”
    Carlo Tiengo: Viv’s poking her toes the way she does to accept tips. The Drooler’s just some perv who stops in after work on his payday. He stands up from his stool and leans over the edge of the stage. Viv’s sitting, leaned back on her hands, pushing one foot into his face, the ways pervs like. Then she’s screaming.
    Vivica Brawley: See here, on my right foot, where the three little toes should be? That’s how much he crammed in his mouth. The bald Teamster. He grabs both hands around my ankle and bites down, and I’m screaming for Bernie. Carlo’s behind the bar, doing nothing. With my other heel, I’m kicking the Teamster in the forehead, in the eyes. That’s when Bernie grabs him by the shoulder from behind and spins him around.
    The sound of his teeth coming together, the “click” is still in my head. Since the moment I heard that click, my foot’s looked how it does.
    Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: Prior to 1564, Ivan IV, the first Tsar of All the Russias, had allowed freedom of opinion and speech. Ivan accepted petitions from all classes of his subjects, and even the poorest citizen had access to him. Of his three sons, one died at six months, one was lethargic and dimwitted, and the third joined his father as the elder gradually earned the nickname Ivan the Terrible. All three sons suffered from congenital syphilis. As their father’s cerebral syphilis progressed beyond 1564, he subjected thousands to execution by burning and boiling. In the city of Novgorod, the Tsar and his son spent five weeks flogging prisoners to death, roasting them alive, or drowning them below river ice. On November 19, 1581, the Tsar stabbed his son and namesake to death with a steelpointed spear.
    Carlo Tiengo: Benjamin Searle, people called him “Bernie,” he was huge. Easily three hundred pounds. Played professional ball for one season with the Raiders. Bernie spun the psycho around. Pried his jaws off Viv’s foot and spun him around, and the psycho sinks his teeth into the side of Bernie’s neck. The vein they got there. The juggler.
    Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: Among those crippled and killed by syphilis was England’s King Henry VIII, as well as France’s Charles VIII and Francis I. Artists include Benvenuto Cellini, Toulouse-Lautrec, and the writer Guy de Maupassant.
    In the Paris of 1500, a third of the citizens carried syphilis. Among the French nobility, those who were not infected, Erasmus reported, were condemned by their peers as being ignorant and crude. By 1579, the surgeon William Clowes reported that threequarters of Londoners carried the disease.
    Vivica Brawley: Weird what you remember, but I looked at my foot, and I see wire sticking out. Silver wire and pink plastic. And for one crazy second I think, I’m a robot, some kind of an android. And I’m only just finding out…But not really. I’m stoned on the boosted effect, and I’m bleeding and in shock. But I’m no android.
    The wire is, the bald guy wore a partial upper, a partial upper denture, and the two teeth of it are still stuck in my foot. His real teeth are dug into Bernie’s throat.
    Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: As with bubonic plague, the transmission rate of syphilis exploded due to a change in the nature of the causative organism. Rather than being imported from the New World, it’s more likely the disease was originally the African skin infection known as yaws, which was primarily spread by body contact among children playing nude. Bacteriologically, the two diseases are identical, although yaws is spread by any physical contact involving skin eruptions. Because of the clothing needed in the colder climate of Europe, yaws emerged as a disease spread through the predominant method of greeting: a mouth-to-mouth kiss. Only as syphilis became epidemic did Europeans abandon the kiss for the handshake, and the disease assumed its current venereal form.
    Carlo Tiengo: It’s the sight of blood or something, but every Drooler and perv in the club piles on top of Bernie. Viv and the other girls lock themselves backstage. The bartender and me, we’re locked in the office, calling to get the cops. The door is solid oak, thick as a telephone book, and we can still hear Bernie