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Show Acting Alone Page 116 talk to my dad at all, and, seein as how you're 'bout to become my new bro-in- law, well sir, I figured -" (Ear-splitting rustle of Mae Bell's starched sheets against recorder mike drowns out next few words, as Sam eagerly scoots forward, famished for dirt, carrion.) " - and, god dammit, I gotta tell you I was scared over there in Eyeran. Not for my life. Hell, I don't mind dyin. But I was scared at what I was turnin into -" (Pause.) (Sam's voice): "Yeah? What were you turning -" "A god-damn homo. Kinda. I mean not in the sexy way. But, you know, after a few months I was lookin at them sand-niggers, you know? With all my attention I was lookin at 'em. I was tryin to second-guess what they'd be wantin, and I was tryin to do it for them before they told me. I was tryin to please them little sand-niggers. I began to see their point about the Shah and all, and in them all-night indoctrination sessions I sometimes yelled their bullshit right along with 'em. And I hope to Christ the other Americans don't say nothin 'bout that to the media, cause I was out of my mind, like one of them damn love slaves you see in the dirty leather movies over in Lincoln, you know? They get off on havin that red rubber ball stuffed in their mouth and chains tied around their dick, you know?" (Another pause, followed by a soft grunt from Sam.) "I began even admirin them a little bit. The way they strutted up and down the compound with our weapons on their hips. Real slim these Eyeranians are. And, after a couple months, when they came at me with the |