I was invited to a party at W. H. Auden’ apartment. Auden wasn’t there. A guy staying there was having the party. At some point the beer ran out and I went to the store with an older guy. We came across an enormous bug, staying still in the middle of the sidewalk. “Look at that.” I said, amazed that a bug could get so big in NYC. “Water bug.” He said. And squashed it under his shoe.