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I liked this crawling thing. This is what I always wanted. Actually, would think one might have learned the meaning of always. There's the deal now isn't it. And how old am I? Deal done at? Where was I dealt? Gone, gone is the recollection. I must have made a deal. The meaning of paralysis, a class taught first-hand; well so then it could be anything. And I had it so good. Sissy. Problem solved, by a shot in the butt of some potion, I know not; but can-vaguely remember it had a name-same like distemper, a dog's disease. I had distemper and my father was a moron.

I was fixated for six days straight. Some caroused in the dining room. There were women in there. However, I pretty much stayed on my cot, although I am sure I conversed with conversives, somewhat in the middle-room. I must have read and read. First day out, I went to a store, and wondered hop-scotching, around the wind skitter-puddles; I would later call upside down pools, oh look the sky, down there, white blustery clouds, and across the fey, to the seaside.

Finally out and about. Across to the still gusty beach-front, and whipped-white waves, the shore Chalet, sun-glasses food-bar, the sea-side foyer all surf-swamped to random piles, by high waves and wind. The beach cafe, I was not familiar with, as whose place it was and no idea well an inkling, and I didn't care for it, ocean beaches, too much air for me, too much blue, let's go where shady-be, and veranda drink, under hanging plants; maybe some broken windows, this was an annual, the rabbled accouterments of summer-pleasance.

I played the part of a wino, somewhere in there. I am not sure now why? Have no idea. There was a time when I swore I would never smoke or drink and burn all the taverns to the ground while I was about it. Akin to hatred, my father's whiskey bully barbarousness, although he never touched us. Something happened, and I remember my first drunk night at an outdoor movie-theater.

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