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...quits. But that wasn't til Tuesday morning when all was grey and cold and clammy and out rotting elk head lashed to the front of the van stunk of urine and flung in our grimy, dog-tired faces chunks of what little flesh remained on its fly-picked skull. Friday was wide and sun-strung. We headed for interstate 80. We made good time and crossed the country...
...while unloading. Out of its bag, the head smells like a 2 a.m. urinal with broken plumbing and I kick dust over it. Briggs and I load it on the front of the van, between the bikes on the bike rack. Thick, greasy and matted, the hair on the skull sticks out like a crown's wig. Twisted slightly down and to the right, the head leers out before us as we drive back to West, blowing long streamers of iridescent bubbles into the Big Sky Country, our windshield catching chunks of rotting flesh and hair...
...only to the widespread debauchery of the time-which was vividly depicted in Hogarth's etchings-but also to a spate of "weak, feeble and distempered children." Modern medicine has only recently confirmed the ancient folklore. Alcoholic mothers often do bear children with a host of birth defects: skull and facial deformations, defects in the cardiovascular system and mental and physical retardation...
...even smaller cuts will not be easy in Fun City. Last week city hall was ringed by thousands of protesting teachers, parents and students. To fight the proposed layoffs, the policemen, firemen and other city union members started distributing a pamphlet with a skull on the cover and the title: "Welcome to Fear City." Inside were morbidly detailed instructions on how to avoid crime and other hazards in New York: "Do not walk. If you must leave your hotel after 6 p.m., summon a radio taxi by telephone or ask the hotel doorman to call a taxi while you remain...
...million dollar's worth of a dark screen. a few cockroaches, and no talking. I remember last summer, caught in a miserable little movie called The Terminal Man (from Michael Crichton, with George Segal), finding myself watching the Man (who has an alien machine brain lobotomized into his skull so that his actions are uncontrollable) chased at the end to a cemetery, the Man Writhing at the bottom of an open deepsunk grave in agony while a helicopter hovers above training high-powered rifles at him helpless in the pit, shooting him full of holes...