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dex is unhealthy. And the boys won't want to get any cuts on the old finger fingers; to much ink around; for that; Clean hands; clean hands; and I mean, what's a driving fellow gonna do about his rear view, if he doesn't have a little shag to straighten up for the image of the blonds passing by like rouged balloons in a vacuum; I mean, even a straight sitting down male-to-male for a manicure can feel some idenity without having to tell his story; I can see the boys in from Tuson wanting it; I mean anyone would feel guilty doing time payments on his Datsun, without paying at least three hun- dred bucks a month rent" "What about the acid Animal?" "God's mind is sweet, but the world is his athlete's feet" Prankster made his teeth wide, and then choked. He didn't double-up; just choked. "I mean for Christ's sake Prankster, even without a nose, anyway; can see the stink. And even when you touch tongues, you can feel her itch." Prankster thought for a moment, about his own itch, in a world he once considered absolutely romantic. He was saying goodby again in his mind to his little son outside a flat on the Chicago streets. Then, he did not drink, did not smoke, or dreg. And he didn't know what shooting was, except sometimes on a midnight,