'a hard thin faced man of about 35 with an air of being scarred and a slight sinister smile. His eyes were sort of taunt to the whole human family - they were the eyes of an animal, sleepy and quiescent in the present of another species. They were helpless yet brutal, unhopeful yet confident. It was as if they felt themselves powerless to initiate activity but infinitely capable of profiting by a single gesture of weakness in another.. I had always from earliest boyhood thrown a nervous glance towards the dim borderland where he stood and seen him watching me and despising me..'SIDETRIPPING by Charles Gatewood and William S. Burroughs.
What a great find from my parent's basement.
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