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It flies end over end and gouges right through the hellbeast’s eye Yellowish jelly sprays down its face and when it howls, the ground shakes That’s ain There has to be a way out of here But as I run around the edges of the arena, pounding on the walls, all I feel is orn bricks That et us in here Great If I could fucking remember some, I could hoodoo my way out I try to think Really think But all I coly saying, “God is not on our side because he hates idiots”

The blob’s shadow falls overnose must

Shadows Walking through shadows I can do that How? The Roo back to me I have a way out of this demonic shit pit

Then the hellbeast wraps its legs around me and rips me in half

I wake up screa

Perfect Another B-movie dream sequence to start the day Why can’t I ever win in these things? Instead, it’s always some Jacob’s Ladder outtake, and I want to talk to the director because the script needs a rewrite

Glancing around, I see that I’ve punched a hole in the bedroo to take sos I don’t fix the and a rerab one of the paperbacks on the floor and shove it into the hole The Black Dahlia by James Ellroy There Good as new

I’ve sweat through the sheets No going back to sleep now, so I get up and wander into the kitchen to make some coffee

It’s a nice place that I’e shag carpet and an avocado-green sofa Lots of war Mike and Carol Brady to wander in to have a key party

The rest of the place is even stranger The walls are circular and the furniture is round to fit against it It’s a lot like living in a flying saucer Tho boss of the whole California Sub Rosa scene—loaned it to me I don’t know if it was pity or a bribe or if he’s just being a nice guy, but I sure as hell need it right now I used to live above Maximum Overdrive, the last video rental place in LA Now I don’t It’s a long dull story that has to do withon with their lives I don’t want to get into all that now—right now I need coffee And s on my own

While the coffee brews, I get sos froht around I don’t know if they’re doing anything I don’t feel any different Any ilant” I’ilant It kept me alive for twelve years in Hell and a year and a half in LA But I ra, and she proet back into the world I wouldn’t mind that part

The burbling sound of the coffee after the dream I wash the blood off my knuckles, but they’re pretty much fine I’m a fast healer

My Colt 45 is spread in pieces on the kitchen counter There are patches, cleaning solvent, gun oil, and a brush nearby I run the brush back and forth through the barrel, trying not to think about anything but the smells and the feel of the metal in my hand It doesn’t work The inside of my head is a mess

I felt all right a couple of weeks ago No uess reality catches up with everyone Two orstuck there for a year Just long enough for people to forget about you

Candy is gone Half-gone anyway, living with her girlfriend Alessa in our old place above Max Overdrive The store is doing great without me Vidocq is deep into soitte is remote I don’t knohat that’s about Hell, even Kasabian on his creaky ave me the pile of old paperbacks stacked up in the bedroom

Look how far I’ve fall

en I’ to pass the time

Then there’s Janet I don’t knohat the hell is going on there She’s pretty and s to her She works at Donut Universe, so I even get free apple fritters when I stop by, which I’ve been doing more frequently Sometimes I think I should stop Maybe tomorrow Maybe not

The phone rings, so I turn it over on its face When the coffee is done, I pour a cup and drink it down, still a little too hot That was duh like an idiot