I began at that time to look forward to my visit to reorientation.

Reorientation is a form of mental suicide. Once reoriented, the problems

that make life intolerable are forgotten, your personality is changed,

your grasp of everything is revised, your appreciation of all things

comes from an entirely new angle. You are a new person.

Then one morning I faced my image in the mirror and came to the

conclusion that if I couldn't be Me, I didn't want to be Somebody Else.

It is no good to be alive if I am not me, I told my image, who

obediently agreed with me.

I didn't even wait to argue with Me. I just went out and got into my car

and sloped. It was not hard; everybody in Homestead trusted me.

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