The first step was to spend all the money, and he couldn’t do that unless he stopped first for the whiskey so as to begin the swim against the flow of time and obligation that was carrying him along, so as to dip foot into the leisure stream and drift there on it in ambivalence to the flow of the mighty 9 to 5…. Onward toward the natural sunset he sat, and the crowds circulated in to where he was to provide him with the fucking to redeem his head in the priceless morning to follow, the priceless morning when he would step into the airplane that others, ground like keys in dim pursuits, would barely see, as they barely saw all airplanes through their bad office windows, so they would not know that he was redeeming his plane ticket to Babylon, the endless city of knowledge where nobody wears a watch.
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