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"
He
’
s
cool
,
"
said
Valerie
.
"
None
of
us
quite
know
how
to
use
sex
,
what
to
do
with
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
With
most
people
sex
is
just
a
toy
-
wind
it
up
and
let
it
run
.
"
"
What
about
love
?
"
asked
Valerie
.
"
Love
is
all
right
for
those
who
can
handle
the
psychic
overload
.
It
’
s
like
trying
to
carry
a
full
garbage
can
on
your
back
over
a
rushing
river
of
piss
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
’
s
not
that
bad
!
"
"
Love
is
a
form
of
prejudice
.
I
have
too
many
other
prejudices
.
"
Valerie
went
to
the
window
.
"
People
are
having
fun
,
jumping
into
the
pool
,
and
she
’
s
out
there
looking
at
the
moon
.
"
"
Her
old
man
just
died
,
"
said
Bobby
.
"
Give
her
a
break
.
"
I
took
my
bottle
and
went
to
my
bedroom
.
I
undressed
down
to
my
shorts
and
went
to
bed
.
Nothing
was
ever
in
tune
.
People
just
blindly
grabbed
at
whatever
there
was
:
communism
,
health
foods
,
zen
,
surfing
,
ballet
,
hypnotism
,
group
encounters
,
orgies
,
biking
,
herbs
,
Catholicism
,
weight
-
lifting
,
travel
,
withdrawal
,
vegetarianism
,
India
,
painting
,
writing
,
sculpting
,
composing
,
conducting
,
backpacking
,
yoga
,
copulating
,
gambling
,
drinking
,
hanging
around
,
frozen
yogurt
,
Beethoven
,
Bach
,
Buddha
,
Christ
,
TM
,
H
,
carrot
juice
,
suicide
,
handmade
suits
,
jet
travel
,
New
York
City
,
and
then
it
all
evaporated
and
fell
apart
.
People
had
to
find
things
to
do
while
waiting
to
die
.
I
guess
it
was
nice
to
have
a
choice
.
