I’m not very fond on C develop but I don’t deny the importance of C on the world
“I don’t think C gets enough credit. Sure, C doesn’t love you. C isn’t
about love–C is about thrills. C hangs around in the bad part of town.
C knows all the gang signs. C has a motorcycle, and wears the leathers
everywhere, and never wears a helmet, because that would mess up C’s
punked-out hair. C likes to give cops the finger and grin and speed
away. Mention that you’d like something, and C will pretend to ignore
you; the next day, C will bring you one, no questions asked, and toss it
to you with a you-know-you-want-me smirk that makes your heart race.
Where did C get it? “It fell off a truck,” C says, putting away the
boltcutters. You start to feel like C doesn’t know the meaning of
“private” or “protected”: what C wants, C takes. This excites you. C
knows how to get you anything but safety. C will give you anything but
commitment
In the end, you’ll leave C, not because you want something better, but
because you can’t handle the intensity. C says “I’m gonna live fast, die
young, and leave a good-looking corpse,” but you know that C can never