The Air of Castor Oil

ding the funnies in a newspaper. His bald head swiveled on the hunched shou

more of the s

line couldn't really be making so nasty a

aughed, no

lie there thinking about cigarettes half the night. Long ones, short ones, smoked o

bad. To me

rdly two threads stuck together on them, and grab up them horror magazines and read and read, un

have their flesh shredded by toothy vampires. Yes,

hat I want to

"I know what you want.

re enough, there they were. Stacks u

onounced the ritual, "a dime for ones with incomplete cove

Daredevil Aces, G-8 and his Battl

snatched up a magazine. It was a copy of Sky Fighters with a girl

one. I bet she gets shoved right into that propell

take

ver the magazine, waite

ory magazines and I felt the slow r

c for things you have never known as for an orphan wh