Broadened opportunities and a bit of a savings beneath him would have
provided a chance of luring a woman who wasn't a noodle worker.
Instead, while knowing escape was an option, he fulfilled his high
shepherdly calling.
As he entered the basement cell that they lived in, Jatupon
couldn't remember a time more linked in fraternity than this one except
for the memories of early boyhood. Boyhood was summarized in that one
photograph Kazem had salvaged out of a box of pictures that were thrown
out with so much from the move. It was a photograph that prompted a
solid memory (imagined or real). It was of the four boys. Jatupon,
three years old and fully nude, trailed behind. Kumpee led the way.
Kumpee had on a cap with the visor inverted to the back of his head.
The four of them were walking down a sidewalk that went along the
canal. Immediately to their left and across the canal were row houses
of tiny wooden cabin shacks with metal roofs that housed residents and
their scavenging businesses. The four of them were going to purchase
some candy.
--They are copulating?
--Yes, and he has just awakened from the brother's penetration of him
on the basement floor. The belief that the world has been resurrected
in pure and gentle intentions has been thwarted. His brain waves are
still discombobulated from the liquor and none of what he is presently
experiencing seems real. It is though. Innocence has been disgorged
like a squeezed tube of love oil in a ride more painfully and
physically intimate than any intimacy he has yet experienced.
His head was spinning and he couldn't grab himself in all of the
spinning images: sounds, smells, and visions all spun randomly.
Finally there was a bit of a shape and texture to his thinking and he
dressed himself. He wanted to use the wave of consciousness to exit.
--My dear, pain and pleasure have become inseparable in his young mind.