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“You still working on the book, huh?” 

“Yeh Ronnie.”

“What’s it called again?” 

“Tales of Benzodiazapene Withdrawal.” 

“Yeah, that’s right. You gonna go over to the Shellington’s later?”

“Don’t know.”

“They’re showing a lecture motion picture, are you aware?” 

“Major Color Decisions of French Sports Car Corporations, 1950 to 1955, again?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be pretty wild. Hey Real Police Stories producers…DUH-uuh(!)” 

“Mmm, I might go to bed early…”  

“Hey, Dodobird, it’s Saturday night, ya moogala, ya big crazy writer moogala.
Oh, you think that Brad was right about it being a Mexican knock-off copyright
infringement rip-off?” 

“uh(mm)…Well…I might go. They gonna have potato salad and  tomato salad?” 

“Yeah; that was really a close call that night, right?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” 

“Yeah. But we made it didn’t we.” 

“We made it, man.” 

“[…]…You know you really shouldn’t talk that way, pottie-mouth, …I uh…[…]”

“Ronnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Oh, and just, I’ll sure — I’ll tell that to my Innerherbologist next week, I’m so
happy you are just really sorry…you know, I think I’ll turn in, I’m feeling out of
sorts, and; I’m turning in now, so — maybe you’ve got some things to think
about.” 

“Hey, Ronnomeister, the lecture film, Sports Colors…”

“Nah.”

“Hey come on, I’ll pipe-up the old Cabaret Voltaire Web site re-visitor machine.” 

“Naw, it’s kinda boring, really, I don’t feel like all that stupid stuff, no more. I do
have to say this Raoul: it just does not challenge me.” 

“Yeh, I feel that way too.” 

“Yeah.” 

“So, you want to get cleaned up and we’ll go to the Shellington’s? OK?” 

“Well, sure Raoul, I’m not going to hold anything against a trash-mouthed man
forever.” 

“That’s the thing to do now fella, that’s it.” 

“Yeah. OK then…mmm…fella.” 

“That’s it.” 

“I never lived with a writer before.” 

“I understand Ronnie, I’ll be more considerate, I honestly will.” 

“….moogala…you nut…you writer nutguys are so Mr. Racytime…watch out they’ll
drop a sheet over you some day…”  

“Net.” 

“Don’t Raoul, I have wished explicitly not to be reminded of my mistakes with
the KGB; oh, excuse me won’t you, I’m too sorry, I mistook what you were saying
just now for at least American Sincerity.” 

“I’m no good, Ronnie. I can’t control it anymore.” 

“Get better, Raoul, feel better. Yeah…mmm, I’ll see you at the Shellington’s.” 

“OK Ronnie then.” (my comrade, I have hurt my comrade…) “I, uh…[…]”

…….
If y’all be nice to people — I’ll bring you more
adventure wildnesses from these two parties. –A.G.

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