Marylou was so lovely, but I whispered, 'Wait until we be lovers in San Francisco; my heart isn't in it.' I was right, she could tell. It was three children of the earth trying to decide something in the night and having all the weight of past centuries ballooning in the dark before them. There was a strange quiet in the apartment. I went and tapped Dean and told him to go to Marylou; and I retired to the couch. I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely physical realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came. This is the result of years looking at sexy pictures behind bars; looking at the legs and breasts of women in popular magazines; evaluating the hardness of the steel halls and the softness of the woman who is not there. Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live. Dean had never seen his mother's face. Every new girl, every new wife, every new child was an addition to his bleak impoverishment. Where was his father? — old bum Dean Moriarty the Tinsmith, riding freights, working as a scullion in railroad cookshacks, stumbling, down-crashing in wino alley nights, expiring on coal piles, dropping his yellowed teeth one by one in the gutters of the West. Dean had every right to die the sweet deaths of complete love of his Marylou. I didn't want to interfere, I just wanted to follow.
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Alcohol
Alcohol affects every part of the human body, from brain function to circulation and even nail growth. When a certain level of blood alcohol concentration is reached, the intoxication can damage organs and lead to death. Three million deaths occur every year as a result of the harmful use of alcohol, according to the World Health Organization.
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You saw yourself as an unholy triptych, three into one, one into three; she the girl, you the Devil and I the Saint. And you understood, finally, that there had never truly been a she or a you but only a terrible and lonely I.
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