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When I manage to tear myself away from the mirror, Clemmy is staring lesbian straight at me and grinning like an astronaut, I mean genuinely but with a little too much pep. He's grinning exactly like Gordo Cooper, not the real Gordo, who I wouldn't know lesbian from Adam, but the actor who played him in the flick. Those bio-pics are so confusing. The actors replace the real people in my mind and no matter how hard lesbian I concentrate the real people never come back. I just can't see them. Point to ponder: If Buddy Holly hadn't of died, would he look like Gary Busey looks now? Then something not entirely unfamiliar happens to Clemmy's face. After he makes sure I've seen him grinning, after he takes my hand and pat-pats it in this condescending way he knows I hate, after he's absolutely sure I've grokked all the connotations of him seeing me so transfixed with myself and wrings out of that little self-revelatory scene all the points he's going to get, for the time being anyhow, then his grin kind of collapses.
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