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corner, when the fear of it would swarm around him- self upon his motorcycle;" He had said goodby to the boy, while the wife barely held the plastic shades open on the fifth floor; The motorcycle had gunned, and after the first traffic light, Prankster had rode out of Chicago weeping. It wasn't until the desert, that his memory stopped. For there it had been a space and color shocking him about his ignorance. There- he had vowed to gain the world for a self very un- defined. Upon reaching Los Angeles, he probably would have been able to gain material things, if it had not been for a fanatic encounter with dope, which sent him in search for drugs and the bottom of himself. Still though, after going through much, the material world gave off a soft light of perfect- ion. It streamed his imagination to the possibility of no worry. The only worldly ego gift dope and drugs gave to him were the words he could grasp and use after he had let go or come down off of them; Any listener could be at least in the beginning fasinated by the quanity and duration of a journey that took no steps. "Animal, do you believe in God?" "If you can't use it, then you can't enjoy it." "Can you use God for your own gain?"