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I looked around me at all these crazed, laughing people hiding in the darkness on a Sunday afternoon, trying to deny the existence of any reality, and I realized that I was part of it. I was doing the same thing I had done as a kid, searching for something and never stopping, never being satisied with anything, always thinking something wild was happening in the next block or the next house. What I was doing with Christine was just the same. We couldn't possibly stop and relax and enjoy each other or enjoy life because we were to busy trying to find the wild things that we thought we were missing out on. After paying all the dues that I'd paid - prison and everything- here I was past forty, with my pierced ear and my beard, and I was still running.