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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 144 you go soap it up in the tub and jack off." Then Cling makes an ape stance and grasps his crotch and laughs. I have soaped it up in the tub, but I know that I have not jacked off. I still have two toy boats that I keep by the tub. That's a fact. Well, one's a submarine. I bought it at Woolworth's the day we saw "The Sinking of the Bismarck". I don't know. I look around at the trees, swelling in the late summer dusk, and I think that: I don't know. "You haven't have you? Have you? Do you know about it?" It's becoming a long day for me. I try to keep walking. "Hey. It's okay. I just learned." "You went over to Lannie's club." "Yeah, I went over to Lannie's club. They go up there and jack off. He's got some magazines." "I know all about it." And I kind of do. I gave Lannie the magazines over a year ago. I found them in the vacant lot. Somebody had thrown them out of a car and they were blown into Roto's fort, which was nothing but a hole with a car battery sitting on a dirt shelf. In war, that was the radio. I remember one picture from all three magazines. It showed a woman sitting at a glass table as if she was about to eat a bowl of peaches. She had huge, featureless breasts that fell over onto the table in two piles. At that time it had seemed the most hilarious photograph I had ever seen. And, even in retrospect, it seemed that someone had been out to make fun of |
