In the afternoon we were buzzing toward Sacramento and eastward again.
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The car belonged to a tall, thin fag who was on his way home to Kansas and wore dark glasses and drove with extreme care; the car was what Dean called a " fag Plymouth " ; it had no pickup and no real power. " Effeminate car! " whispered Dean in my ear. There were two other passengers, a couple, typical halfway tourist who wanted to stop and sleep everywhere. The first stop would have to be Sacramento, which wasn’t even the faintest beginning of the trip to Denver. Dean and I sat alone in the back seat and left it up to them and talked. " Now, man, that alto man last night had IT -
he held it once he found it; I’ve never seen a guy who could hold so long. " I wanted to know what
" IT " meant. " Ah well " - Dea
