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Show 109 I certainly had become g a catalyst for profundity. Karl and me slipped out the window and walked back to his xx truck where we xak shared a few snorts of Jim Beam, then we drove to a bar for a six-pack so we'd have something to wash it down with. Karl drove down to the Public Dock and we drank beer and whiskey and watched iak the big gold crescent moon set over the bay and v/atched wealthy adolescents drive their parents' motorized sail boats and in-board yachts in and out of port and watched the sailors from the Merchant Marine and the ore boats get in fights and puke on the asphalt parking lot. Teen-agers sat on parked cars and v/histled to cars of girls, something I thought of doing myself someday if I ever had a car or ever aaxxaraxaxgxxi desired a girl, which I didn't, though Helen one night had asked me questions about how come she never found any stains on my dirty sheets. Not that I didn't get hard-ons, I just never came and never thought about it and didn't really give a shit about girls. Cop cars rode up and down the dock, I guess making sure that the teen-agers and the rich kids and the sailors all kept separate. I hadn't quite figured out what cops actually did, I never saw them in our neighborhood, though Karl assured me they were the enemies of truly free enterprise, or at the very least, a cog in the way we were presently interpreting the system. "Those are the people we pay to keep those kids in their parents' yachts," said Karl. "A regrettable system, but it's the one v/e have." "Fuck it," I said. Karl pointed to the boats in the bay. "That system of making money is the accepted system and if we play ixi that game we're never going to get any of it." "Don't give me reasons," I said. "I don't want any reasons." I looked at my new camera. I guessed I'd have to get a book and find out how it v/orked. "You work pretty hard at staying dumb for a smart kid," said Karl. I drank some beer and drank some x whiskey. The sky was kaxa black except for a xkdbraaxk halo of gold on the horizan and the faint dust of star a sky. Karl started the truck and v/e drove right up the center of town and through the suburbs and into the country until xa he xaxkii parked at the side of the road and ifiRkxxkxxgxxxxaxxxkxx ptHxxaxkxxsikaxxxxxsxaxxxKxfea^ we took the rifles from his gun rack and walked into the field. |