Free Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace Page A

now a bored mask of Attitude, her flaxen locks now teased and gelled into what looked for all the world like the consequence of a finger stuck into an electric socket. Bruce Green saved up for a low-slung old car and practiced Attitude on the aunt who’d taken him in. He developed a will.
    And, by the year of what would have been graduation, Bruce Green was way more bored, imposing, and frightening than even Mildred Bonk, and he and Mildred Bonk and tiny incontinent Harriet Bonk-Green lived just off the Allston Spur in a shiny housetrailer with another frightening couple and with Tommy Doocey, the infamous harelipped pot-and-sundries dealer who kept several large snakes in unclean uncovered aquaria, which smelled, which Tommy Doocey didn’t notice because his upper lip completely covered his nostrils and all he could smell was lip. Mildred Bonk got high in the afternoon and watched serial-cartridges, and Bruce Green had a steady job at Leisure Time Ice, and for a while life was more or less one big party.

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YEAR OF THE DEPEND ADULT UNDERGARMENT
    ‘Hal?’
    ‘…’
    ‘…Hey Hal?’
    ‘Yes Mario?’
    ‘Are you asleep?’
    ‘Booboo, we’ve been over this. I can’t be asleep if we’re talking.’
    ‘That’s what I thought.’
    ‘Happy to reassure you.’
    ‘Boy were you on today. Boy did you ever make that guy look sick. When he hit that one down the line and you got it and fell down and hit that drop-volley Pemulis said the guy looked like he was going to be sick all over the net, he said.’
    ‘Boo, I kicked a kid’s ass is all. End of story. I don’t think it’s good to rehash it when I’ve kicked somebody’s ass. It’s like a dignity thing. I think we should just let it sort of lie in state, quietly. Speaking of which.’
    ‘Hey Hal?’
    ‘…’
    ‘Hey Hal?’
    ‘It’s late, Mario. It’s sleepy-time. Close your eyes and think fuzzy thoughts.’
    ‘That’s what the Moms always says, too.’
    ‘Always worked for me, Boo.’
    ‘You think I think fuzzy thoughts all the time. You let me room with you because you feel sorry for me.’
    ‘Booboo I’m not even going to dignify that. I’ll regard it as like a warning sign. You always get petulant when you don’t get enough sleep. And here we are seeing petulance already on the western horizon, right here.’
    ‘When I asked if you were asleep I was going to ask if you felt like you believed in God, today, out there, when you were so on, making that guy look sick.’
    ‘This again?’
    ‘…’
    ‘Really don’t think midnight in a totally dark room with me so tired my hair hurts and drills in six short hours is the time and place to get into this, Mario.’
    ‘You ask me this once a week.’
    ‘You never say, is why.’
    ‘So tonight to shush you how about if I say I have administrative bones to pick with God, Boo. I’ll say God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I’m not crazy about. I’m pretty much anti-death. God looks by all accounts to be pro-death. I’m not seeing how we can get together on this issue, he and I, Boo.’
    ‘You’re talking about since Himself passed away.’
    ‘See? You never say.’ ‘I do too say. I just did.’
    ‘I just didn’t happen to say what you wanted to hear, Booboo, is all.’
    ‘…’
    ‘There’s a difference.’
    ‘I don’t get how you couldn’t feel like you believed, today, out there. It was so right there. You moved like you totally believed.’
    ‘…’
    ‘How do you feel inside, not?’
    ‘Mario, you and I are mysterious to each other. We countenance each other from either side of some unbridgeable difference on this issue. Let’s lie very quietly and ponder this.’
    ‘Hal?’
    ‘…’
    ‘Hey Hal?’
    ‘I’m going to propose that I tell you a joke, Boo, on the condition that afterward you shush and let me sleep.’
    ‘Is it a good one?’
    ‘Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic, and a dyslexic.’
    ‘I