В колонках играет - Prodigy - Girls, Cypress Hill - Another Body Drops
Настроение сейчас - сон не идёт, готовлюсь к завтрашнему Дню, точнее уже к сегодняшнему

Фуух... блин, книга - жесть! Вот кусок из будничной жизни одного американского подростка 40-50 гг 20 века, который воспринимал почти каждого человека продажной приземистой скотиной:

"... Something always happens. For instance, if you`re at a girl`s house, her parents always come home at the wrong time - or you`re afraid they will. Or if you`re in the back seat of somebody`s car, there`s always somebody`s date in the front seat - some girl, I mean - that always wants to know what`s going on all over the whole goddam car. I mean some girl in front keeps turning around to see what the hell`s going on. Anyway, something always happens. I came quite close to doing IT a couple of times, though. One time in particular, I remember. Something went wrong, though - I don`t even remember what any more. The thing is, most of the time when you`re coming pretty close to doing it with a girl - a girl that isn`t a prostitute or anything, I mean - she keeps telling you to stop. The trouble with me is, I stop... You never know whether they really WANT you to stop, or whether they`re just scared as hell, or whether they`re just telling you to stop so that if you DO go through with it, the blame`ll be on YOU, not them.."

В общем, прикона, он снял проститутку, не подумав... Когда та пришла, он предложил ей не делать ЭТОГО, а просто поговорить... Больной мальчик?! Решать каждому...