44: pause for sponsor recognitions

[dun_da_dun]

The hippie cried when Reagan won (the only other time I'd seen her cry was when the school dropped the yoga classes and replaced them with aerobics), even though I had explained patiently, carefully, what the outcome of the election was going to be, weeks in advance. We were on my bed and we were listening to a Bob Dylan record I had bought in town a week earlier, and she just said, sadly, "Fuck me," and I fucked the hippie.
b.e.Ellis (the rules of attraction)