The spook pimp was up. The spook pimp was de-O'd and revived. He bossed his whores around. He made his whores strip. He made his whores hop on three tables. They linked up. They performed table tricks. They French-kissed and went 69. Wayne weaved. Pete steadied him. A Buddhist monk walked in. His robe dripped. He looked stupefied. His robe reeked of gas. He bowed. He squatted. He lit a match. He gook-cooked with gas. He whooshed. He flared. Flames hit the ceiling. The lez shows dispersed. The monk burned. The fire spread. Some clubhoppers screeched. The barman stretched a fizz cord. The barman spritzed club soda. The barman sprayed the monk.
( James Ellroy )
[ The Cold Six Thousand ]
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