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A new resident, a bit younger than most residents, was a biker and bike mechanic until he began getting into a series of wrecks, due to, he says, not recuperating from the previous accidents. He has a long white beard and sometimes we talk about beards and other times we talk about motorcycles, which I know as much as anyone who's read Sonny Barger's autobiography as well as seen about 20 biker movies. He told me and showed me photos of several cherry choppers he wrecked and seemed to have rather good humor about it, all things considered. I got the impression this resident thought I was a biker. I let him continue to believe this and went about my work.
Several weeks later, A large shipment of around 1000 books was donated to the Facility along with several large bookcases. It became my job to set up the bookcases and put the books on the shelves. I took many many books. Half of which are paper back classics, which used book stores always pay the most for unless the cover is ripped up. There's was also a 1929 edition of Alice's Adventures through the Looking Glass. Also an thinly disguised "erotic massage" book. The most curious was a book, a ZINE, that was basically a manual on snakebites, how to treat them, various regional poisonous snakes and graphic color photos of the effects of snake bite on humans. Inside this book was a loose snapshot stuck in the front. The photo was of an naked thin older woman in her mid 40's frolicking on a beach holding a black umbrella. The Biker and I were looking through the books together while I was putting them in the bookshelves and we began talking about horror novels. He took out a Dean Koontz book, I can't remember the title, but went on to tell me it was his very favorite book and that I should read it. I said sure I would read it like I would say about any book someone says is their very favorite book. The cover of the book was something to the effect of a scary ragged dolly with x's sew over it's eyes lying on the porch of an old house. I put the book back in the shelf after The Biker walked away. Later that day he came up to me and said in a rather serious way "Don't forget about that book." I realized I had no intention of reading that book but I said alright anyway. At the end of the day he came up to me with the Dean Koontz book and handed it to me without saying anything. I said thanks and put it in the file-cabinet in the workshop where stuff is kept that I feel like I might take home at some point but feel no urgency to do so.
Several weeks later, A large shipment of around 1000 books was donated to the Facility along with several large bookcases. It became my job to set up the bookcases and put the books on the shelves. I took many many books. Half of which are paper back classics, which used book stores always pay the most for unless the cover is ripped up. There's was also a 1929 edition of Alice's Adventures through the Looking Glass. Also an thinly disguised "erotic massage" book. The most curious was a book, a ZINE, that was basically a manual on snakebites, how to treat them, various regional poisonous snakes and graphic color photos of the effects of snake bite on humans. Inside this book was a loose snapshot stuck in the front. The photo was of an naked thin older woman in her mid 40's frolicking on a beach holding a black umbrella. The Biker and I were looking through the books together while I was putting them in the bookshelves and we began talking about horror novels. He took out a Dean Koontz book, I can't remember the title, but went on to tell me it was his very favorite book and that I should read it. I said sure I would read it like I would say about any book someone says is their very favorite book. The cover of the book was something to the effect of a scary ragged dolly with x's sew over it's eyes lying on the porch of an old house. I put the book back in the shelf after The Biker walked away. Later that day he came up to me and said in a rather serious way "Don't forget about that book." I realized I had no intention of reading that book but I said alright anyway. At the end of the day he came up to me with the Dean Koontz book and handed it to me without saying anything. I said thanks and put it in the file-cabinet in the workshop where stuff is kept that I feel like I might take home at some point but feel no urgency to do so.