ISBN-13: 9781508996071 / Angielski / Miękka / 2015 / 230 str.
A PSYCHEDELIC SCI-FI WESTERN actual 99th page: That said it all. He would get his cut, or she would be cut by the fancy knife he kept in a leather sheath at his side like a sword. In the distance they were howling at a midget show, watching the little guys dance as a jug band played all the popular hits of the day. In front of her men were lining up to get into the little cantina where a burlesque show was about to begin. Somewhere someone hit it big at the cock fight. Money exchanged hands, she could hear it, and they celebrated by firing small arms into the air. And on high heels she found herself walking across the night swept street like a tightrope. It was a perfect Hollywood long shot and the sound of those high heels blared on the soundtrack. They clicked on the wooden sidewalks and splashed through puddles of urine and cow manure. They were expensive shoes, her pimp told her, made in France. "Actually, they belonged to my mother," the wardrobe managed whispered into her ear. "Back when she was younger she used to dance in all the great musicals. The heels have steel points, giving them a certain tap quality that the director is looking for." Somewhere drunken cowboys were laughing and smoking cheap sticks of marijuana they call 'Devil Weed.' Somewhere a woman with too many children weeps in the moonlight, crying because her