Tour

There were other people, although I don't remember a-one, except the two, who came at some point, for just a couple of days, on their way to kibbutz-in. But they had just come from Haight Ashbury, which they said with modest pride, are you kidding-me, '67 boys. And would you believe, those same damn, my Roman Holiday boots, from the same damn Greek poet. This is starting to look-like an official pre-packaged tour, but even more they had sheepskin coats. They were a fashion pair.

The door was on the opposite wall to my head-rest, just down to the right a bit; and it opening in the storm, a mini-molest of mustn't; wended wrench like, through the room; scuttering papers, and leaking, rustling, hurried-horrendous Whatnot. First time in my life probably, or at least since the time of my lower two leg paralysis; an embarrassment for my father, walk I say; walk you - more or less sissy, a state of oh I don't feel like walking today. No today I going to crawl. I got pretty good at crawling swift and deft, and thought I should get rewarded for dragging my lower hindtowhere everywhere I wanted to go. I think my mother caught-on.

I like 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.

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