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I
'm
pissing
in
my
black
trousers
with
the
dried
bloodstains
my
boss
ca
n't
stomach
.
You
're
in
a
rented
house
on
Paper
Street
.
"
This
means
something
,
"
Tyler
says
.
"
This
is
a
sign
,
"
Tyler
says
.
Tyler
is
full
of
useful
information
.
Cultures
without
soap
,
Tyler
says
,
they
used
their
urine
and
the
urine
of
their
dogs
to
wash
their
clothes
and
hair
because
of
the
uric
acid
and
ammonia
.
There
's
the
smell
of
vinegar
,
and
the
fire
on
your
hand
at
the
end
of
the
long
road
goes
out
.
There
's
the
smell
of
lye
scalding
the
branched
shape
of
your
sinuses
,
and
the
hospital
vomit
smell
of
piss
and
vinegar
.
"
It
was
right
to
kill
all
those
people
,
"
Tyler
says
.
The
back
of
your
hand
is
swollen
red
and
glossy
as
a
pair
of
lips
in
the
exact
shape
of
Tyler
's
kiss
.
Scattered
around
the
kiss
are
the
cigarette
burn
spots
of
somebody
crying
.
"
Open
your
eyes
,
"
Tyler
says
,
and
his
face
is
shining
with
tears
.
"
Congratulations
,
"
Tyler
says
.
"
You
're
a
step
closer
to
hitting
bottom
.
"
You
have
to
see
,
"
Tyler
says
,
"
how
the
first
soap
was
made
of
heroes
.
"
