Boy: First it feels like flying. You can’t even tell you’re falling. Fuck, it’s like goin’ up, not down. Serious, you think, “Why can’t I just stay up here, like, like fuck, forever. Just float. I always like stuff like this, a rollercoaster, I can go on, four, five times in a row. As long as I ain’t eaten, like right before … But even then, what the fuck, I don’t mind a good heave. I like it. Like after drinkin’ all night. Fuck I like throwin’ up, it makes me feel “clean and pure.” I’m a person who likes experiences, right …. I even climbed into a hippo cage at the zoo. Fucker was so old, couldn’t even see me. Like I used to get fucked up not for that lost in space feelin’, but for the virginity of it. The pop of the skin. The pin goin’ in. The head, that was gravy …. But that’s another thing. I’m always thinkin’ of other things. It’s a problem …. You know, fuck, I could pull this cord and all that pops out is a ribbon comin’ out of your back. You come down like that shit that falls out of the sky on the Fourth of July. And this fuckin’ instructor tells me what to do. I hate people tellin’ you what to do, even if he is a fuckin’ instructor. He says later, “You pull the cord more than once you get a ribbon.” … Always liked ribbons, saved every one, off every box I ever got … I ain’t got too many ribbons. Fuck him, I’ll pull it when I want ….

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