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"Well, this was when Bill was sighing a whole lot. He had made a decision that after our parents perished he just didn't want any longer fighting between that which was left folks. He was twenty-four, Beth was twenty-three, I got twenty-one, Toph was eight, and all of us were so tried already, from that winter. So when something world appear, any little thing, some invoice to pay or decision to make, he would just sigh, his eyes tired, his oral cavity in a sorry kind of giggle. But Beth and I...Jesus, we were preventing with everyone, anyone, each other, with strangers at pubs, everywhere -- we were irritated people attempting to exact revenge. We came up to California and we required everything, would take that which was ours, anything at your fingertips. And I made a decision that little Toph and I, he along with his backward hat and long hair, living together in our little house in Berkeley, would be world-destroyers. We inherited one another and, we felt, a responsibility to reinvent everything, to scoff and re-create and drive fast while singing loudly and pounding the glass windows. It was a hopeless sort of exhilaration, some sort of arrogance given birth to of fatalism, I assume, of the feeling that if you may lose a couple of parents in a month, then fundamentally anything can happen, at any time -- all bullets endure your name, all autos is there to crush you, any balcony could give way; more disaster felt only logical. And then, as with Dorothy's dream, all these people I was raised with were there, too, a few of them orphans also, most however, not all of us thinking that what we had been given was extraordinary, that it was period to tear or break down, spoil, remake, take and devour. This was San Francisco, you understand, and everyone had some dumb idea -- After all, "wicca?" -- and noone there would tell you yours was doomed. Thus the public nudity, and this ridiculous mag, and the "Real World" tryout, all this need, most of it disguised by sneering, but all motivated by a hyper-awareness of the window, I assume, a couple of years whenever your muscles are taut, coiled up and vibrating. But how to proceed with the? I mean, whenever we drive, Toph and I, and we drive previous people, sitting on top of most these hills, part of me needs to stop the automobile and arrive the radio and also have us all party in formation, and part of me needs to run all of them over."
