I was on a large sailboat which I had built myself. A fellow who was my brother was with me. He looked almost identical to me. The sailboat had a mast, but it didn't have any sail on it. Using small projections on the side of the mast, my brother and I climbed up the mast almost all the way to the top. I didn't want to go all the way, but my brother kept going. I became a bit angry, because I was afraid he was going to keep going all the way to the top, and the mast would bend over and break. Even though he knew I was angry, he kept going.

I followed him until we reached the top. Once there, I was able to reach down into the top of the pole. I felt something inside and pulled it out. It was a plastic bag which appeared to have some cloth and bolts in it. I thought it had something to do with the sail, although it was clearly not large enough to be the sail.

My brother and I climbed back down. When we reached the bottom I was still a bit angry. We were in a large room inside the boat. My brother told me that if I wanted him to leave, all I had to do was tell him and he would leave. I realized I was very close to him and that I didn't want him to leave. I would be very sad if he left. I didn't say anything and he stayed.

I had been studying hard lately and I hadn't been having much fun. I stood up and said, "I know what we're going to do. We're going to go out tonight and look for some girls."

The idea enthused me. I thought, "I haven't done this in a long time. It's going to be really simple. We'll just put on some nice clothes."

I said, "We'll go to the right places. We're not going to fool around."

I thought we might have to spend a little money, but that it wouldn't be difficult to find some girls.

I then realized we were in a Mexican town. I knew there was a section of town called "Boys Town" where the prostitutes lived. I thought we might go there. I hadn't been to any place like that in years. I thought we would go there just for the sake of excitement. I thought something would surely be happening there.

I thought that when we went we would have to drink some alcohol. But for some reason the idea bothered me. It seemed to me that I shouldn't go out drinking like that. Nevertheless, at the moment, the idea appealed to me.

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