and this johnny boy was an exdragonking holding on to some souvenirs we'd been told by a bsa director. he'd be asleep, this being early morning, we went up the fire escape, lisa in front of me and i was so nervous about this johnny boy - exdragonking - making me nervous as a bsa director under the reddragonsun - fishing lizardbait under a toothpick hotspoon brushdevice. and the window was open, she just crawled in - i followed and she called me in pointing at the bedroom floor. johnny had committed suicide, and we'd lost our first batch of clues - the chance of finding something in the apartment was pretty good, though. there were lots of halls wrappers, and a lot of halls coughdrops. and the medicine cabinet was full of pills and sucrets and things - sorethroat spray. looking through drawers - soiled underwear, shirts, pants, syringes, needles, eyedroppers, aluminumfoil, toothbrush, spoons, toothpicks, a diary with only two melancholic distorted entries one in july, the other in february. well, didn't seem like much, until we got into the boy's livingroom, and i sat on the couch - turned on the tv, but it didn't . went to check it out, but the set was empty, giving room for scraps of paper, with scribblings about the supreme666, and insane dragon incest rites written backwards. giving way to a piece of a halls wrapper written on in crayon, saying "may - mulberry street" dr. seuss drawings the 4th of octember inside the cat in the hat all the hoos in hooville. hooterville. an dlisa didn't have much of a chest, but i liked it just the same. lisa looked at the bits of paper, suggesting we take them before the police got to them and tried to put an end to the bsa. we were doing this city a service, the country, the world. hell, we were doing the whole universe a service, ridding it
