I really like that place. I really do. It's really fun to look at the stuff. Just walking to it made me remember all of this stuff inside of it. All of the animals and people, like the Indians and the birds. And the best thing was, nothing ever changed inside the museum. Everything inside those glass cases was always the same.
But the thing is, I didn't really feel like going inside the museum. I just didn't want to. If I'd been there with Phoebe, I would have, but she wasn't, so I didn't. I guess that PETA or whatever would be proud—I mean, they wouldn't like that goddam taxidermy stuff. I don't really care, though, I mean, those PETA folks are all phony crazies—I mean, they'd save a goddam chicken over a human's life. The mounted animals look cool. That's all that matters to me.
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