The Nobel Prize winner Bob Dylan is HIV Positive and at one point in his life had full blown AIDS. This unequivocal statement one of innumerable reasons this book is going to be hated by Dylan fans and I am going to be vilified: but screw them. They said I was making up shit when I said Dylan was a dope fiend but then he admitted on tape. Bobby was sexually active during a time when AIDS was first emerging and contracted it from a woman who had sex with bisexuals or gays. Bobby can never get rid of this virus but he has it under control Most Of The Time. In his poem Ain't Talkin he wrote: It's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying Fame and honor never seem to fade The fire's gone out but the light is never dying Who says I can't get heavenly aid? "It's bright" it's hopeful "bright" as in 'he has a bright future' "in the heavens" in the heavens but not here on earth "and the wheels are flying" and the big wheels of science are working diligently "Fame and honor never seem to fade" because they wish to be awarded a Nobel Prizes for their work "The fire's gone out" the most destructive part of the disease is under control "but the light is never dying" however the HIV virus, like glowing embers, still circulates within Dylan's bloodstream and for all he knows suddenly certain tell tale signs appear and HIV is AIDS, "Who says I can't get heavenly aid?" even through the HIV virus is under control it can still become the AIDS virus at any moment. Alternate version of Can't Wait 1997, "My hands are cold / The end of time has just begun / I'm getting old / Anything can happen now to anyone." Another part of this expose concerns Dylan's career as a male prostitute. He almost got killed by one of his Johns. I shucked everybody when I came to New York. I played cute. I did not go down to the Village when I first got to New York. I have a friend.... he's a junkie now. We came to New York together. He wrote plays. We hung out of on 43rd Street, hustled for two months and did everything. I got the ride here in December 1960. I came down to the Village in February. But I was here in New York in December 1960. Hustling with this cat. I was not scared of people, you dig? You name it we did it. Sometimes we would make one hundred a night, really, from four in the afternoon until three or four in the morning. We would make one hundred and fifty or two hundred and fifty a night between us and hang around in bars. Cats would pick us up and chicks would pick us up. And we would do anything you wanted, as long as it paid. It was very cut-throat. You gotta shell out a lotta money just to hang around, so we weren't making anything. We ended up in the village. And I had the guitar. I didn't have any place to stay but it was easy for me. People took me in. That's where I almost got killed before I came down to the Village. I didn't plan to stay in New York. I left anyway in the spring and didn't plan to come back. I came back because I really missed it. There was no other place that I really could go. The first places I played in were on 44th and 43rd Streets between Broadway and Eighth Avenue in any of those bars. I didn't come down to the Village until two months later. Nobody knew I had been hustling uptown.