There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

Iggy pauses at the exhibits of the cuter animals - he's not so much into the monkeys, but he likes the little deer things.

Iggy looks over at Dick. "But you keep doing it," he points out. "What he taught you to do." There is great irony in Iggy of all people saying this, considering that he himself repeats patterns in his life constantly. (Not that he lets himself acknowledge it.)

Iggy nods and stands close to Dick, holding his hand as he looks for the bears.

"Aquarium. They had killer whales, too. Inhumane shit, but people didn't know or care. I watched that documentary on the SeaWorld one that killed its trainer? Really messed up."

He looks over and smiles. "It's nice now, though. Expensive, but nice. I went a few times - once for fun, when I was on mushrooms. Oh boy, that was wild, I just stared at the jellyfish for ages.

"Another time I was with one of my rich guys at this ritzy event. We got to walk around with drinks and look at all the fish. It was neat."