It’s Mickey Wolfmann.
the paper? The real estate big
You can’t tell anybody about this,
I won’t. Deaf and dumb. That’s
part of my job. You have any
Try to never use it.
How do I reach you?
You don’t. I moved out of my old
place. Staying where I can
You could stay here...
Don’t come any further, somebody
might be watching by now.
Well, call me or something...
You never did let me down, Doc.
Don’t worry, I’ll...
No, I mean really ever.
Oh, sure I did.
No... you were always true...
walk up towards town, away from the beach...
Hey, Denis, you hungry?
Like Godzilla sez to Mothra, man,
‘let’s go eat someplace.’
When Doc came in that night, it
wasn’t just the usual hungry-doper
thing -- it was something else --
and with Neptune moving at last
out of the Scorpio death-trip and
rising into the Sagitarrian light
of the higher mind -- it was bound
to be something love-related and I
thought I knew what it was...
Sitting here are some SURFERS, a friend named ENSENADA
SLIM and a lovely young girl, our narrator: SORTILEGE
(20s); she speaks in the flesh...
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