of the dragon. and we left the apartment - looking for a bsa agent, triyng different bsa buildings - running into one behind bigbear, where they throw away the old drugs from the pharmacy, adn he was getting the pills for a visit to the headchief when we dropped in on him. now this was kevin, a good director though just as nervous as anyotherone. we showed him the papers explaining they were from the johnny suicide boy with the hollow television - an exdragonking. he was impressed - offered us the divinechocolatesurferstrain - a prozac divinity supremecandy - a bsa delicacy across universes of complex galaxy intercourse. "okay," we said. "as long as the bus is ready for a free trip." the bus is always ready he informed us - and the midnight train came after he gave us a last command - "mulberry street is near the tv tower, a communication maypole - under the box - a dragonking throne - location of a once - but no more - incest ritual of dragonroyalty - peace be with you." and he popped - going for the headchief, he explained. we took the plasmatrain through the undersea subway crosssection. getting out too soon. i had to walk back to our apartment. i say 'our' because lisa had been evicted recently and was living with me now - which i thought very nice. i was getting tired and as soon as we got into the apartment - i stripped and went to bed.
morning came with another nightmare headache - and i get out of bed, scratching whitebits of scalp into my fingernails - walking into the kitchen, wearing only my fruitofthelooms underwear. and i opened the refridgerator door, and found the frigidaire just as empty as the johnny apartment - only various
