Uhedimstreetmps，atallfigurewithastrongphysiquecarryingapaperbagemergedfromaliquorstorethatwasstillopen．Fromtheback,itwasaremarkablereplicaofhistefriendJamaz．Atastreeter,aslimmanwithacrushedhatlowonhisforeheadscrapedhiscigarettebuttwiththeheelsofhisshoeandsnappedhisfithetallman，callinghimover，awodisappearedintothenight．TheslimmanlookedlikehishaplessfriendRichard．Dimitrirubbedhiseyesindisbelief．Couldhissightbesobadnowthathewasseeingpeoplewhohadbeenlongdead?Retlyfiguresdoubledortripledinhisvisionandstreetlightshadaredfringe．Hisheartachedandbledasherealizedthathisguawasgraduallywearingdownanderodinghisvision.Abreofmusiastereowokehimtothefactthatanotherhomelessguesthadjoinedhim．Beforehecouldtakestockofthenewerrobablygoingtosharetheshelterwithhimforthenight，hisearswereattractedbytheheartrendingbluesthatfilledtheair.Themusicwasslowale．butenpassedcealedstoresth，liketheturbulentundercurrent，invisiblefromthesmoothsurfaceofthewater，butwhichcouldbuilduptoadirethreateningwhirlpool.Eachpulsatiimpactedhisheartandthealluring,magidslightlyhoarsefemalevoiowtantalizinglyloellingtotheheights,waslikeafppingbannerflyinginthewind,takingwithititsmesmerizedlistener．
Dimitriturnedhisattentiontotheowhestereo，apedestrianb，pletelyimmersedintheenjoymentofmusic．Hishandsakeptbeattothetime，hisbody，uowithstandthebewittofthepowerfulbeat，jerkedrhythmically，headnoddingandswaying，ioastateofmadness．Meanwhile，nie，alcoho1andcoecruisedinhisveins，makinghimfeelhigh，asiffloatingonclouds，experiengtheultimatefortofbodyandspirit．Hetookadeepdragathiscigarette，whichheiohislungs，bringingaslightpainthatbroughthimpleasure，justastherhythmofthemusichurtthedepthofhissoul．Watghim，Dimitrifeltaibleimpulsetosmoke．Fromtheinsideofhispocket，hetookoutthewholecigarettehehadbeenhforaspecialoccasion，fortheywereoeby．Hetoocameuhespellofthemusiwaseasilyinfluencedbyoutsideenviro，hethought，whykeeptootightareinonit?Thiswasthebesttimeoftheday．Itwasbefittingthathekillthecigaretteaslifebesacrifiself．Stimutedbythemusic,helitthecigaretteandtookadeepdrag．Thenieexcitedhisbrain，butalshtwithitaslightdizziness．Ah!Ifhecouldonlyhavesomewiwouldbeperfect．Hewouldasknomoreoflife．
Theshadowyfigureshesawearlieroutsidetheliquorstorecameunbiddentohismind．TheylookedsomuchlikeJamazandRichard．Couldtheystillbealive?"No，that’simpossible!”Dimitrithought．"Thedeadotberesurrected．Idonotdaretosaythatthestoriesofthepastandfuturelivesareoifullies，butletthewisemendealwiththem．WhydoIoknowaboutpast1ivesandhaveapreviewofthefuture?Idealonlywiththepresent.”Hetookanotherpuffandaredlightfshedbrightlyforamomentinthedarkness,addingachofasheswhichheflippedoff．Theywerelikethepastyearsofhislife，turoashes，oebackagain．Dimitriquietlyenjoyedhiscigarette,smokepuffingoutfromhisnostrils，thinking，"Lifeislikeacigarette，simultaneouslyburningoutandturningtoashes．Thesmokeislikethesmokeoflife，fusingandenigmatic．Butifwhatgoesintomylungsbringsmepleasure，letitturntoashes．Whybotherwiththepastorfuturelives?"Awoman’svoicebegantosing，likegroansfromthedepthofthesoul-sadnessoftheheartturosong,magic,maddeningandhypnotic！Listeningtoher，Dimitrifeltasenseofsatisfa，likepealingoffthedryscabofawound，painfulbutpleasant．Thecigarettewasfinished．Hethrewitdownandgrouwithhisheel．Suchwaslife,somuchlikeaburntoutcigarette．Itbroughtpleasuretoman’slungs，thatwasall．Nopastlifeorfuture．Uhedimstreetlight，thecrushedcigarettebuttystonecoldonthepavement．Theendoflife，likeaburntoutcigarette，isbckdestru．Butbeforeitends,itisfullotunforseeablesurprisesandunduntclimaxes．TakeDimitriforinstahoughthewashalluatingwhenhesawRichardandJamaz,attributingittoadelusionofhiseyesight．Butactuallytheywerealiveandkig．
penedwasthis：Thatnight，theywereleftfordeadonthendingontheroofofWorldbank，butmiraculouslythehalf-drunkMr.Firactedbytheotiooseewhatening．Whehetwocorpseslyingthereinpoolsofblood，hewasoverewithpity．Usingmagiownonlytohimself,herevivedthemahemquicklyoutofthehor’s,afterwhichhehimselfdisappeared．Hismercuriandsometimesirascibletemperament,hismysteriousandunybehavior,couldnotbeinferredbynormalstandards．RichardandJamazwentonwiththeirliveslikeanimalsofthewild，sleepingbydayandprowlingbynight．Whentheywereloaded，theywouldmaketheroundsofthegamblinghallsandbars，squanderingalltheirmoneyonwineandwomeheywouldreverttotheiroldhabitsandloetstostealfrom．Withthepassingoftime,unwfuoryastheirbehaviorwas,ithadbeeadetlifestyletheyliked,alifeoftheirown．
NowJamaztookoutthetwobottlesofwinehehadboughtfromtheliquorstorewiththestofhismoneyandhandedooRichard,whowascarefullyroastingchisoverafire．Astheskingraduallyturnedbrownandcrispy,fatoozedfromitandaizingaromafilledtheair．Richardthrewaroastedchiathim,whichheateravenously，drinkingnowandthenfromhisbottlewithrelish．MeanwhileRichardwaswarmingandrubbinghisrightarmhefiresaying，
"Thisbstedweatherisgingagain．It’llberainingbecausemydarhritisisagupagain!"LookingatJamaz’smagnifitphysique,splendidinitsprimitiveexuberaghimeatwithsuchgusto，RichardrecalledthewordsofDimitri．
"Ifthereisafuturelife,Iwouldliketobeeanakedmalelion,theKingofBeasts，roamingthemountainsandwilds，fighting，killingandmating，uninhibitedaherehilosophyinDimitri’swords，hethought．Forfoodandcoitusarethemostbasidamentalsoflife．Theyarealsothehighestgoalsmanstrivestoacquireonthisearth．Jamazsuddenlyasked，
"WheredoyouthinkDimitriisnow?"
"Whoknows?ButI’mquitesurewe’llmeetagain．Heisourbeorandchief．Withouthimthere’snothingmuchthatjustthetwoofusdo.”Thetwoofthemweinganddrinking，preparingforanewadventure，fortheywereagainbroke．Theypogointothedarknessofthenightandtrytheirluck．Tearingathischi，Jamazasked，
"Aargets?"
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