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Chapter 30

           Iwalkedsomemore.Ilookedaroundforthelake.Icouldn’tfindthelake,Ididn’tknowwhereitwas.Suddenlyithitme:IwasLOST.ThosehornysexbitcheshaddrivenmeoutofmymindandnowIwasLOST.Ilookedaround.Therewasthebackdropofmountainsandallaroundmeweretreesandbrush.Therewasnocenter,nostartingpoint,noconnectionbetweenanything.Ifeltfear,realfear.WhyhadIletthemtakemeoutofmycity,myLosAngeles?Amancouldcallacabthere,hecouldtelephone.Therewerereasonablesolutionstoreasonableproblems.

           VancePasturesstretchedoutaroundmeformilesandmiles.Ithrewawaymyrednotebook.Whatawayforawritertodie!Icouldseeitinthenewspaper:

           

           HENRYCHINASKI,MINOR

           POET,FOUNDDEADIN

           UTAHWOODS

           

           HenryChinaski,formerpostofficeclerkturnedwriter,wasfoundinadecomposedstateyesterdayafternoonbyforestrangerW.K.BrooksJr.AlsofoundneartheremainswasasmallrednotebookwhichevidentlycontainedMr.Chinaski’slastwrittenwork.

           Iwalkedon.SoonIwasinasoggyareafullofwater.EverynowandthenoneofmylegswouldsinktothekneeinthebogandI’dhavetohaulmyselfout.

           Icametoabarbedwirefence.IknewimmediatelythatIshouldn’tclimbthefence.Iknewthatitwasthewrongthingtodo,butthereseemednoalternative.Iclimbedoverthefenceandstoodthere,cuppedbothhandsaroundmymouthandscreamed:"LYDIA!"

           Therewasnoanswer.

           Itrieditagain:"LYDIA!"

           Myvoicesoundedverymournful.

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