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Falconer 149<br />
believe it. Like there was this guy claimed he could play the<br />
national anthem on his toenails—all day long he did this—and<br />
then they gave him this experimental shot. Well, first he tore off<br />
part of one of his ears—I forget which side—and then stuck his<br />
fingers into his eyes and blinded himself. Tiny, isn’t that true, isn’t<br />
that true, Tiny, about the yellowish-green stuff they give the<br />
crazies?”<br />
“Tiny ain’t here,” said Walton. “He don’t come in until Saturday<br />
and I got no patience with any of you. I got a wife and a baby at<br />
home and they need this vaccine but I can’t get none for them.<br />
You get medicine that millionaires can’t buy and all you do is<br />
complain.”<br />
“Oh, what the hell,” said Chicken. “I’ll take anything they give me<br />
it’s free, but I ain’t no guinea pig.”<br />
They got their vaccine on Saturday afternoon—not at the<br />
infirmary but in the supply room from the windows marked<br />
EXTRA LARGE, LARGE, MEDIUM and SMALL. Fifteen or twenty<br />
men from that lot whose religious beliefs forbade them to take<br />
medicine were corralled by the used-clothes bin and Farragut<br />
asked himself if he possessed any religious beliefs for which he<br />
would endure solitary. There was his spiritual and his chemical<br />
dependence upon drugs, for which he would likely have killed a<br />
man. He realized then and only then that he had been given no<br />
methadone during the three days of the revolution and the three<br />
days of the plague. He did not understand at all. One of the<br />
orderlies giving the shots was the man who had given him<br />
methadone. When Farragut rolled up his sleeve and presented his<br />
arm for the needle, he asked, “Why haven’t I been getting my<br />
methadone? It’s against the law. It says right in my sentence that<br />
I’m entitled to methadone.” “You’re a dumb sonofabitch,” said<br />
the orderly kindly. “Some of us have been wondering when you’d<br />
notice. You’ve been on placebos for nearly a month. You’re clean,<br />
my friend, you’re clean.” He gave Farragut the needle and he