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I don't go to those ECT parties anymore. The last one I went to, it
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was October. There was one guy who I was sure would become a car salesman.
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He'd shaved his head. It was his place. His favorite chair was green.
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You could see how bad it smelled even when you couldn't smell it. There
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was a ballgame on TV with the sound turned all the way down. Somebody was
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playing some "New Wave". Echo and the Bunnymen, or something. There was a
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skinny girl with bad teeth. You could tell just by looking at her that any
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chump foolish enough to marry her would have to work hard all his life.
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There were three tattoos in attendance at the ECT party, but I don't
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remember who had what tattoo, so the tattoos are, in my memory, split up
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among everyone there, including me, so we each had part of a tattoo. The
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guy with the stereo- long, greasy hair- was obsessed with his future. I
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had mentioned that I was going to college, and he jerked like a puppet. He
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talked at me for half an hour about how he was thinking about going back to
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college and getting his degree. He was thinking English, but you know he
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had always liked chemistry, he used to build bombs in high school. Well,
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really, it was his friends who did most of the building, but still, it was
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cool. He went on like that. It was obvious he was scared. He kept
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looking at me like I was going to kill him, and he wouldn't shut up. If I
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was pointing a gun in his face he would've reacted the same way. I didn't
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want to be rude to him. Eventually I had to just tell him to shut up,
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though. He kept moving his throat as if he was still talking, but he
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didn't say anything else; just kept making stupid fish faces. It was OK,
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though. That I could ignore.
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There wasn't nearly enough light in the room. The guy whose
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apartment it was was just sitting there in that chair about two feet from
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the TV. It was his idea to come back to his place so we could all check
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out his ECT thing. He said it'd do us all a world of good, that it was
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even better than drugs for mind expansion. Then he put the damn thing on
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and spaced out. We didn't care that he was bogarting the thing, though.
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After seeing him, we kind of decided without saying anything that we didn't
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really want to try it out. All I wanted was a goddamn beer, but I knew if
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I had one I'd fall asleep, and I sure as hell didn't want to be sleeping
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there.
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Anyway, I don't go to those ECT parties anymore.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #665-WRITTEN BY: ASHTRAY HEART-5/31/99 ]
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