After Bill got his shot, a little color crept into his face and he would become almost coy. It was a gruesome sight. I remember once he told me how he'd been propositioned by a queer who offered him twenty dollars. Bill declined, saying I don't think you would be very well satisfied. Bill twitched his fleshless hips. You should see me in the nude, he said. I'm really cute.
by William S. Burroughs
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In the book "Junky" by William S. Burroughs, the character Bill experiences a change in demeanor after receiving a shot, gaining a hint of color to his face and becoming somewhat shy. This transformation is set against the backdrop of a grim reality, highlighting the struggles faced by those in a life of addiction. The juxtaposition of Bill's coyness with the distressing nature of his situation adds depth to his character, revealing both vulnerability and a desire for connection.

Bill recounts an experience where he was approached with a proposition by a man, emphasizing the desperation and the transactional nature of relationships in the world of addiction. When he declines the offer, he maintains a sense of humor about his situation, implying that his appearance would not meet the expectations of the proposer. This interaction sheds light on Bill's self-awareness and the absurdities that come with his lifestyle, reinforcing the themes of identity and survival present throughout the narrative.

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