dana clancy
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1/1/2014 5:00:49 AM
US GUYS VERSUS YUZE GUISE
So I finished up my story for Juke about how I tried to make the UFO boys interested in our lives and sex and whatever else would stop them from killing us---and I see Juke is sitting still as roadkill doing nothing but breathing and flickering his closed eyes like he is seeing something in his diseased mind. A little drool and I knew for sure he was DOA from the "Willies". ("Willies" is what we always called any and all brain poppers and zeens and whatever else they snuck at us thinking this blue shit is gonna do it.)
It’s funny, but I have said many times the Estate of Lance Boyle is the kind you love like a brother who you don’t like much. Juke is different---he gets the full benefit of the divine command that we love our enemies. Now here’s a guy I could see at the Second Coming getting slapped around by Jesus himself from asking about getting his circumcision reversed or some such. Now if you exaggerate talking about Juke, people always think you are talking about Stag. I won’t tell you what I personally think of Stag, as I prefer to die as slow as possible. But with the following events, perhaps you will see what I would have meant without my having to have said anything explicit as it were.
Juke had been asleep for about an hour, snoring like a slob on the subway and twitching like a dead frog getting electric jolts from a grinning tubby zit model. Ma Hoe, R.N.(she can do it all!), clock-clocks up the hall with a terrified mongrel sliding against its will in tow…only now assuming human form which apparently responds to the name “Stag.” Doc Placebo appears, mutters in Hoe’s ear, then struts off with an air of ridiculous sublimity. My impression was that Placebo was telling Hoe to just run the table on the willies to try on this Stag character, and he would write a prescription later for whatever seemed to get him the most sane. The Estate had told me they had approached his medications in this manner, and it had seemed reasonable until they tossed in electroconvulsive therapy, as that is pretty much the roller coaster of psychiatry since lobotomy got filed under capital punishment. The Estate said the ECT guy actually looked like Boris Karloff, and that alone helped him to calm down while they lathered him up for the jolt.
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