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past the New Road. We don’t mix with the people who live there. One day our neighborhood boys crossed over to play soccer on an empty lot there. Once we started playing, all the slum boys came out and wanted to play against us. We played them. We won, of course, since we were much better. When the game was over, the slum boys beat us up. We never cross that line again.
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    Amalgam.
    I am back at the Berkeley campus. I am passing by the Arts building. Bullets fly overhead. A soldier shouts at me to get out of the sniper fire. He leads me into a warehouse. We enter an office together. I find the soldier extremely masculine. I am terrified of him. I am in awe of his sexuality. I ask him if I can suck his cock. He shrugs. I kneel in front of him as he leans back on the desk. I unbutton his fly. I take out his cock. I am surprised at its size and rigidity. I start sucking. As I do, the soldier begins to transform. He develops breasts. His hair grows longer and fairer. I am still sucking his cock as she becomes a gorgeous woman. I still find her exciting. I do not want to ever stop sucking her cock. I can feel her getting bored. She takes her cock from my mouth, stuffs it back into her panties, and straightens her dress. She exits the building as I run after her, offering her money to let me suck her cock. She walks on the arms of a handsome man. She looks back at me and smiles. She keeps walking away. We are back in Beirut.
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    The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
    Hermann Hesse wrote that. He was full of Jungian crap. I told him so myself. I told him what I thought of his friend, Jung, as well.
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    Georges calls my name. I see him at the entrance of our building’s garage. Today some people shot at other people. Everybody got scared and stayed indoors. It is calm now, so Georges is downstairs. He calls me again. I go flying down the stairs to see what he wants. He says he has something to show me. Am I interested? Sure, I say. I would do anything he wants. He is my hero.
    He takes me down into the garage. He leads me to a dark, secluded corner. It is dark, damp, and putrid. He asks me if I want to see his cock. I say sure. Only if I drop my pants, he says. My pants come flying off. He shows me his cock. It is beautiful. You can touch it, he says. I do. You’re a natural, he says. I am aglow. Tum around and bend over, he says. I do as I am told. I feel his hands massaging my ass. I feel a wet finger penetrate me. It feels uncomfortable. I like it. You’re a natural, he keeps saying. I am proud. I feel him press something bigger against my ass. I know what it is. I am not stupid. I try to help him, but it gets too painful. He is all the way in. It hurts a lot, but I like it. You’re a natural, he keeps saying. He keeps pumping until he gets rigid and shouts all of a sudden. At the same instant, the sound of gunfire erupts again, so I can’t distinguish what he is shouting.
    He pulls his pants up. He looks at me and smiles. He says we’ll do that again tomorrow. I say, sure. We both run up home to find out what is happening. My dad is on the roof, trying to figure where they are fighting. I run up to join him. I am so excited. I hang over the safety railing and look in the direction of the fighting. I stand on the lowest railing hoping to see better. My dad says we should go back down to the house because he sees some men with their faces covered running towards the Beirut-to-Damascus road. Just as he says that, some other men a little farther off start firing in their direction. My dad starts moving towards the roof’s exit. I am still excited. I still stare at the fighting. I see this incredible thing. It is coming at me at an incredible speed, but I do see it. The bullet comes at me pretty fast and it hits the metal railing right in front of my crotch.