drove the end of the rod into the eye of the skinhead, punching through behind thesocket and pulping the brain. Used to take bathtowels and crayon CCC in a triangle on them, and tie them around our necks, and play Crime CrackerCids. That was the horror of being just a dog-soldier, not a special telepath behind the lines. I mighthave let the family do what they wanted, let a physician see him, at least.
I gave him a look he didn’ t want, and he went back to his chores, getting ready for the after-workcrowd. Y’ all wanna do that now? Excellent! Just excellent. And we crawled out from under the porch. You may remember a fairly grisly 1975 film by my pal Larry Cohen titled It’ sAlive! in which a fanged and taloned baby gnaws it
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