Beyond the high, spiked-iron fence surrounding the cemetery two boys crouched, staring throughthe bars, through the rain; at the men absorbed by grave matters, by matters of graves. The party was over, we were really drug with the scene, and finally wentback to my place to sack out. “Jeezus, don’t go down there!” someone warned. I got the pants around my ankles.
Overhead, far away against the stars, the Deathbird circled and circled, waiting for the word. And when Tennessee led went off at 5:00, I heard Jeffty spin the dial on his radio till I heard thefamiliar voice of the an thing?” “ When was the last time you got laid, Jacobs?” I was truly and genuinely shocked. But there were other women, in other times.
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