My son, do you know what it is to be a man? Have you ever been shot at in war? Did your enemy ever look you in the eye and beg for his life? Did he, and you didn't mind taking out your knife and burying it in his throat, while his wife was covering his children's faces so they wouldn't see? Did you ever take the sparkle out of a human being's eyes? Did you ever mount a female? Did you? Did you ride her till she was hoarse? Do you know what it feels like? Do you understand what it's like? How can someone who's like this call himself a man? You are entangled and I move free as the wild wind, without any particular direction, then I am the man. You are not. You never will be. Do you know what it's like to be a man? Do you have any fucking idea what it's like? Did you fall into the bottom of a bottle, the bottom of a poem? Did you fall into Celine, into Turgenev, into Dostoevsky? Did you fall into Bukowski? Did you keep spinning to "Rock And Roll" until your eyes bugged out? Did you get into that drum solo until your ears cried blood? Did you? Will you ever know what it feels like to be a man?
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
