There he goes , one of God’s own prototypes, a high-powered mutant of some kind not even considered for mass production. To weird to live, to rare to die.

The reat of the night we finished packing the supplies, ate some mescaline, and went swimming. Our trip was different, it was to be a classic effermation of everything right and true in the national character, a gross physical solute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country, but only with those who have true grit, and we are chock full of that man.

How long can we maintain I wonder? How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last home in the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manterays coming down on the car? If so , well , we’ll just have to cut his head off and bury it somewhere, cause he goes about saying that we can’t turn him loose. He’d report us at once to one of those outback Nazi law inforcement agencies and they’ll run us down like dogs. Jesus did I say that , of just think it , was I talking , did they hear me?

The decision to flee came suddenly. Or maybe not. Maybe I’d planned it all along-subconsciously waiting for the right moment.

You fucking, swine, whore!