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According
to
my
boss
,
there
are
fewer
and
fewer
gentlemen
in
business
and
more
thugs
.
The
demo
goes
on
.
Walter
from
Microsoft
catches
my
eye
.
Here
's
a
young
guy
with
perfect
teeth
and
clear
skin
and
the
kind
of
job
you
bother
to
write
the
alumni
magazine
about
getting
.
You
know
he
was
too
young
to
fight
in
any
wars
,
and
if
his
parents
were
n't
divorced
,
his
father
was
never
home
,
and
here
he
's
looking
at
me
with
half
my
face
clean
shaved
and
half
a
leering
bruise
hidden
in
the
dark
.
Blood
shining
on
my
lips
.
And
maybe
Walter
's
thinking
about
a
meatless
,
painfree
potluck
he
went
to
last
weekend
or
the
ozone
or
the
Earth
's
desperate
need
to
stop
cruel
product
testing
on
animals
,
but
probably
he
's
not
.
One
morning
,
there
's
the
dead
jellyfish
of
a
used
condom
floating
in
the
toilet
.
This
is
how
Tyler
meets
Marla
.
I
get
up
to
take
a
leak
,
and
there
against
the
sort
of
cave
paintings
of
dirt
in
the
toilet
bowl
is
this
.
You
have
to
wonder
,
what
do
sperm
think
.
This
?
This
is
the
vaginal
vault
?
What
's
happening
here
?
All
night
long
,
I
dreamed
I
was
humping
Marla
Singer
.
Marla
Singer
smoking
her
cigarette
.
Marla
Singer
rolling
her
eyes
.
I
wake
up
alone
in
my
own
bed
,
and
the
door
to
Tyler
's
room
is
closed
.
The
door
to
Tyler
's
room
is
never
closed
.
All
night
,
it
was
raining
.
The
shingles
on
the
roof
blister
,
buckle
,
curl
,
and
the
rain
comes
through
and
collects
on
top
of
the
ceiling
plaster
and
drips
down
through
the
light
fixtures
.
