autobiography
First: We were sitting in the blind that Wanderobo hunters had built of twigs and branches at the edge of the salt-lick when we heard the motor-lorry coming.
Last: 'I'll write you a piece some time and put him in.'
First: The first thing I remember is being under something.
Last: Then I turned around and walked out.
First: 0nce you have given up the ghost, everything
follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of
chaos.
Last: Tomorrow, tomorrow...
First: I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975.
Last: I ran.
First: We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
Last: I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger...a Man on the Move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.
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