Chapter 7 Part 1 (4)

The next morning, I woke up at eight o'clock sharp, still feeling exhausted and troubled, as if I had been hit hard, my eyes were sleepy, and I couldn't open them sticky. I thought, forget about going to school, I Thinking, I can sleep in bed for a while, say an hour or two, and then dress casually, maybe soak in the bathtub for a while, bake bread for myself, listen to the radio, read the newspaper, how carefree, lunch Then, if I like, I can go to the school, and see that great place for the practice of stupid and useless learning, what a trick, my brethren. I heard my father running around complaining, and then went to work in the printing and dyeing factory; then my mother shouted respectfully into the room, because she saw that I had grown tall and big:

"It's eight o'clock, son. Don't be late again." I replied, "Gulliver is in a bit of pain. Leave me alone, I'll sleep well, and then I'll go to school obediently." She sighed and said: "Then I'll keep my breakfast warming in the stove. I must go at once myself." It was true; there was such a law that everyone but children, pregnant women, and sick people had to go to work.My mom worked at what people called the National Mall and filled the shelves with canned bean soup and things like that.I heard her clang a plate down on the gas stove, put on her shoes, take her coat off the back of the door, sigh again, and say, "I'm going, son." But I pretended to be asleep and didn't answer, and for a while Really falling asleep, I had a weird and very realistic dream of buddy George somehow.In the dream he was much older, very sarcastic, talking about discipline and obedience, saying that all his men had to come on call, salute like in the army, and I was in line with the others In the line, say "Yes, sir" and "No, sir" in unison.I clearly saw George with the stars on his shoulders, like a general.Then he called up Dim with the whip, and Dim was much older and pale, and he smiled when he saw me, and you could see he had lost a few teeth, when Brother George pointed at me and said, "That soldier is very Dirty, poop all over the platties," it was true.Immediately I screamed, "Don't hit me, please brothers," and started running, I seemed to be running in a circle, Dim was after me, laughing, the whip cracking, every time I hit For the military whip, there is an electric bell jingling, and the ringing is loud, and it also stimulates some kind of pain.

I woke up quickly, my heart was pounding, and of course there was a chime, it was our front door chime, and I pretended no one was home, but the chime kept going, and then I heard a voice Shouted outside the door, "Okay, come out, I know you're sleeping." I recognized right away, the voice of P. R. Del Todd, a real big fool who was said to be my parenting follow-up counselor.He was overloaded with work, and he had hundreds of students in his notebook. I pretended to be in pain and shouted yes, yes, brothers.I got out of bed and put on a beautiful silk nightgown embroidered with big cities, comfortable wool slippers on my feet, and a vanity hair comb, and I was ready to serve Del Tode.I opened the door, and he stumbled in with a tired face, Gulliver wearing a broken top hat and a dirty raincoat. "Ah, classmate Alex," he said to me. "I met your mother, right. She said you didn't go to school because you seemed unwell, right?"

"Brother, oh sir, it's a terrible headache," I said in a gentleman's voice, "I think it'll be all right by the afternoon." "Or it'll be all right by night, right?" Del Torde said. "Evening is a good time, isn't it? Alex, sit down, sit down, sit down," as if this is his home and I'm the guest, and he sits down in the rocking chair my dad used to lie in , started rocking back and forth, as if that was all he was here for, and I said: "Would you like a cup of hot tea, sir. There are tea leaves." "No time," he swayed, glancing at me with a frown that seemed to take up all the time in the world. "No time, right?" he said stupidly.I put the teapot on and said:

"What's the wind that brings you here? What's the matter? Sir!" "What's wrong?" he asked slyly; he arched his back to look at me, still shaking.Now he caught sight of the newspaper ad on the table—a beaming young girl with towering breasts, promoting "Yugoslav Beach Lights."He seemed to swallow her in two bites, and said, "Why did you think something was wrong? Did you do something you shouldn't do?" "It's just a matter of habit, sir." "Well," Del Tod said, "I'm used to telling you too, little classmate, you have to pay attention, you know very well, next time it won't be a problem with the correctional school, but next time it will be sent to the trial bench, I Well, all previous efforts were wasted. If you don’t care about your terrible life, you should at least think about it for me; Get a big black star; every one of you enters the prison, we have to make a failure and repent."

"I didn't do anything I shouldn't, sir," I said. "The note can't get me any evidence, brother, no, I mean sir." "Don't talk about the cops like that," Del Tod said wearily, still rocking the old rocking chair. "Just because the cops haven't caught you lately doesn't mean you haven't done shit, you should know it. Called last night. A knife, a bicycle chain and so on. Some fat guy had a friend who was carried into an ambulance overnight near a power plant and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. His whole body was chopped ugly; right. Already Someone mentioned your name, and my news came to me through normal channels. I also mentioned that some of your brothers, foxes and dogs, seemed to have had a lot of miscellaneous and dirty things last night. Cough, it’s not the same as usual , No one can prove who did what, but I warn you, little classmate, I will always be your friend, in this community that makes everyone sad, wary, and angry, I am the only one who sincerely saves you."

"I am very grateful, sir," I said, "with all my heart." "Yeah, aren't you already very grateful?" He almost sneered. "Just pay attention to something, right. We have more than you admit, little classmate." Then he said in a very sad tone, although still rocking the old rocking chair: "What the hell are you people? Is it evil? We are researching this subject, and we have been working on it for nearly a hundred years, but there is no progress. Your family is very good, your parents are very loving, and your brain is not bad. Is there some devil possessing you? "

"No one has taught me anything, sir," I said. "I haven't fallen into the hands of the cop for a long time." "That's what I was worried about," Del Torde sighed. "It's been too long, how can you stay healthy. According to my calculations, you are about to be arrested. So I want to warn you, little classmate, behave yourself and don't let the beautiful young long nose be dusted, right. I mean is that clear?" "Like a clear lake, sir," I said. "As clear as a blue sky in midsummer. Leave it to me." I grinned at him.

After he left, I made a pot of strong tea and smiled to myself, just look at what Del Tod and his gang are worrying about.Well, I behaved badly, robbed houses, fought in groups, cut people with razors, and did sex with men and women. It would be bad if I was caught. Brothers, everyone will learn how I behaved that night. Isn’t the country in chaos?If I'm caught, it's three months here, six months there, and then, as Del Torde kindly warns me, despite my childhood of kindness and affection, next time I'll have to go to a zoo with no human touch gone.I said, "That's fair, but it's a pity, my lord, because I can't bear the prison life. The direction of my efforts is to take advantage of the white arms of the future to me, so that I can do my own thing, and never get caught by the police again." Catch them; beware of others with a knife in their hands to catch up and stab them; don't drive your car on the road, lest the metal parts be twisted, the broken glass splash, and the blood spray, and form the final chorus." This is fair, but, brothers , they go to the trouble of biting their toenails to get to the "root" of bad behavior, which makes me laugh out loud.They do not inquire into the source of "goodness", so why inquire into its opposite?If people are kind, it is because they like it. I will never interfere with their enjoyment, and the opposite should also enjoy the same treatment. I am patronizing the opposite.Moreover, bad behavior is about the ego, involving a single one, you or me, and that ego is God's creation, his great pride, his great joy. The "non-self" cannot tolerate bad behavior, that is, people in the government, judges, schools cannot allow bad behavior because they cannot allow the ego.Brethren, isn't our modern history a story of brave little egos fighting these big machines?I am serious with you on this point.And what I do, I do because I like to do it.

On this beaming winter morning, I drink a very strong tea with milk and spoonfuls of sugar, and I like sweet things by nature.I took out the breakfast that poor mother made for me from the stove, it was a fried egg and nothing else, and I made toast again, fried egg, toast, and jam wrapped together and ate it, making noises regardless of the rules, chewing hard While eating, I was still reading the newspaper. The newspapers were full of common news, such as super violence, bank robbery, and strikes; football players threatened: no salary increase, and no football on Saturdays. Everyone was in a daze. Really mischievous ones.They have space travel again; there is also a stereo TV with a larger screen; the label of a can of soybean soup can be exchanged for free soap flakes, an amazing discount, valid for a week, etc., which made me laugh.There's a great article on "modern youth" (referring to me, so I bow and laugh like hell) written by such-and-such a smart, "extremely" bald head.I read this discourse carefully, slurping tea, cup after cup, nibbling black toast with jam and fried eggs.The learned author said some corny things, he talked about the so-called "no parental teaching", the lack of really good teachers in the society, to beat the innocent fools, drive out the beggar's bad nature, make them Wuwu cried and begged for mercy.These silly words make me sick, but it's nice to be able to track in the newspapers what you're making day and night, my brethren.There's something about "Modern Youth" every day, but the best the paper has ever seen is from an uncle in a stand-up collar who speaks thoughtfully as a servant of God: "It was The devil has escaped from hell" that burrows like a ferret into the skin of young innocents, and adults are responsible for their world of wars, bombs, and bullshit.That's right.He is a half-immortal and understands the truth.So our young innocent children are beyond reproach.exactly.

After I waited until my innocent belly was full and burped a few times, I took my daytime platties out of the closet and turned on the radio.The radio was playing music, a nice string quartet by Claudius Birdman, which I was familiar with.I can't help but smile when I think of the views I've seen in such "modern youth" articles, that encouraging "active art appreciation" can improve "modern youth." "Great music, great poetry" will soothe "modern youth" and make them more "civilized".Civilization is a bird with egg sacks of syphilis.Music has always made me more violent, my brethren, and made me feel as omnipotent as God himself, ready to take up the club and strike with lightning, to make men and women howl before my mighty might.I washed my face, cleaned my hands, and got dressed. My day clothes were a bit like a school uniform, blue trousers, and a sweater with an A woven on it for Alex.I thought, at least I had time to go to the record store, and the music recording store, anyway, my pocket was full of money.I want to see the stereo "Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, namely Chorus Symphony" that has been booked for a long time, it is L."Extraordinary Art" recorded by the Essan Symphony Orchestra conducted by Mouhavel.So off I go, brethren. Day is very different from night.Night is me and my buddies and all the other nachages and old middle class stay home obsessed with stupid global broadcasts but day is good time for old folks and the cops and cops always seem extra plentiful during the day , I took the bus around the corner, got off at the downtown stop, and walked back to Taylor Square, where the record store I've been to countless times is there.The store has a silly name, Melody, but it's a nice place, and new records usually come in pretty fast.I entered the store, where the only customers were two chicks, sucking popsicles (mind, it's the middle of winter) and messing around with pop records I've found—"Johnny Burnout," "Stacy Crowe," "Tuning Teacher", "Lie Quietly with Ed and Id Molotov" and the like.These two chicks couldn't be more than ten years old, and it seems that, like me, they have obviously decided not to go into that high wall of learning in the morning.It can be seen that they consider themselves big girls, because when they see your "faithful narrator", their ass is squirming, and their breasts are puffed up, and their lips are full of lipstick. I walked up to the counter, He greeted the old Andy inside with a polite smile. He himself was always polite and helpful. A really good person is one who has bald and is lean.He said: "Aha, I understand your needs. Good news, good news. It's in stock." He raised his big hand like a conductor and tapped to get it.The two chicks started giggling, being young after all, I gave them a glare.Andy came back soon, waving the big shiny white envelope of the Ninth Symphony in his hand. Hey, it also showed Beethoven's own face with thick eyebrows condensed as if struck by lightning, "Here," Andy said. "Would you like to try playing it?" But I would rather go home and play it on my own stereo, close the door and listen to it alone, what a cheapskate, I took out the money to pay the bill, and a chick said: "Whose did you buy? Brother. What's the big one, what do you only buy?" These little girls spoke in a very special way. "Heavenly Seventeen? Luke Stern? Gogel Gogol?" They both laughed, body swaying, buttocks twitching.Suddenly I had a plan, and a sudden burst of pain and ecstasy in my heart almost made me fall, and I couldn't breathe for nearly ten seconds, brothers.After I regained my breath, I showed my freshly cleaned teeth and said: "Little sister, do you have any machine at home that can play fuzzy vibrato?" Because I can see that the records they bought are teen pop songs. "I think it's just a small portable computer, like it was brought on a picnic." After hearing this, they stuck out their lower lips. "Come with uncle," I said, "listen to the real thing. Listen to the angel trumpet and the devil trombone. Please do me a favor." I bowed, and they giggled again, and one said: "Yo, we're hungry. Yo, we're good at eating." The other said, "Yeah, she's right, she's right." So I said: "Uncle treats guests. Tell me where." So it was a pity that they really thought of themselves gourmets, and they recounted the luxurious Ritz, the Bristol, the Hilton, and the Corn's in ladylike tones.But I rebuffed it, said, "Let's go with Uncle," and took them to the pasta shop around the corner, where they gorged themselves innocently on noodles, sausage, butter muffins, banana split ice cream, hot chocolate sauce, until I'm tired of it.My brethren, my lunch was simple, consisting of a slice of cold ham and some jaw-dropping chipotle chorizo.The two chicks, though not sisters, were alike, with the same ideas, or no ideas, and the same hair color, both dyed straw yellow.OK, they're going to really grow up today.I'm going to play with it all day today, I don't go to school after lunch, but education is definitely going on, and Alex is the teacher.Their names, they said, were Mattie and Sonida, and they were crazy and dressed in childish fashion.I say: "Okay, okay, Mattie and Soneda, it's time for a big record. Come on." We went out of the store, the street was cold, they thought, you can't take the bus, that's no good, you have to take a taxi. Yes, I also accommodated them, but secretly thought it was funny.I hailed a taxi from the downtown station parking lot, and the driver, an old bearded man with a scruffy platty, said: "Don't tear the seat cover. Don't destroy the seat, it's just been replaced." I reassured him and told him not to worry, we went straight to Building 18A of the municipal apartment, two bold girls giggled and whispered.To make a long story short, we arrived, and I led the way up to Room 118. They were panting all the way, talking and laughing.Then they were thirsty, and I opened the treasure chest in my room and poured each of the ten-year-old girls a glass of real Scotch whiskey, filled with sneezing spicy soda, of course.They sat on my unmade bed, their thighs dangling, laughing and drinking tall glasses of wine while I played their sentimental records on the stereo.It's like drinking some kind of fragrant and sweet children's drink, served in a beautiful, cute, expensive gold cup, only to hear them yelling, saying "jue dao", "high mountain" and other fashionable monsters in this age group word.I'm playing this crap music and I'm trying to get a drink, another drink, and they'll come and go, man.When their sentimental pop records were each played twice (there were two of them, one of Ike, Yard's "Honey Nose" and the other of "Night and Night, Night and Night," hummed by two horrible eunuch-like figures By the time I'm in bed, whose name I forget), they're close to chick hysteria, bouncing around on my bed while I sit in the same room as them. What Nada actually did, there is no need to elaborate, the brothers can guess it.The two chicks were stripped in no time, grinning and easy to break into, and they saw Uncle Alex standing naked with his cock sticking out and injecting his arm with a pussy called Haruno like a barefoot doctor doing a hypodermic , The two thought it was 120,000 points of fun.Then I took my beloved Ninth Symphony out of the case, made Beethoven naked too, and moved the needle hiss to the last movement, and there was joy and happiness in it. Then the rest of the band confides, and then a male voice joins in, telling everyone to be happy, and then sings "Joy", and the tune of happiness becomes a magnificent spark from the sky; on a chick.This time they didn't think it was fun, so they stopped their jubilant shouting and had to give in to the grotesque desires of the big Alexander; That's too much, brethren.But they were too drunk to feel that much anymore. When the final movement turns for the second time and the drums and shouts about "Joy Joy Joy Joy" are at their peak, these two chicks can no longer pretend to be dame gourmands.When they woke up and saw their young bodies being abused, they clamored to go home, calling me a beast.They look like they've just been in the Great War, which is true, now they're bruised and unhappy, well, they don't want to go to school, but education is there.They have received education.They were yelling oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowLittle Soneda yelled, "Beast, beast, dirty bastard." I told them to pack up and get the hell out, and they did, babbling about calling the police to deal with me and all that nonsense.They went downstairs, and I fell asleep; the drumming and shouting of "Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy" still resounded through the walls.