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Chapter Five

Mr. Jack - Chapter Five

	After talking with Jackson I wondered if something
happened that no one told me about. Maybe while I rode the
train from San Francisco there'd been a paranormal
disaster. Excessive sunspots caused the rules of logic to
slip off their axis. How else could you explain this guy
living in my studio? He came off so stupid he could fall
into a barrel of tits and come out sucking his own thumb.
	Back in the control room, I sat on the floor rummaging
through my box of paints and crying my eyes out. I felt so
goddamn stupid, sitting there and crying to myself, but it
felt so good, I didn't want to stop.
	I picked up the Yellow Ocher, unscrewed it and
	squeezed, but the tube was dry and hard and nothing came
out. I dropped it and grabbed another, one of my Cadmium
Reds but the same. I went through the box and I kept
squeezing until I came across a tube with some give,
Manganese Blue. It too had dried out but I squeezed the
fuck out of it until a thick blue slug spouted from the top
and I knew I could thin it out.
	Then I stopped crying. I took a couple of deep breaths
then stood up and dried my face. I stunk of booze and sweat
and my crotch itched.

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