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"That's 'cause you're a jerky boy. She's published some of my pictures
in it."
"Everyone's published your pictures."
"Yep, there's a lot of dopes out there," Ken said with a laugh. "I told
you about the
Random House deally, right?"
I shook my head.
"Oh! Well, they want to publish the *Definitive Baby Sneaky 5000* ," he
said, making
loopy quote marks with his fingers.
"You're kidding! That's incredible, man!" I was amazed, jealous and
amazed again.
Ken had been publishing a comic for about a million years that he gave out for
free, a mystic
photocopy sandwich containing flashes of political fierceness and genuine
oddity.
"Boy, was I surprised. I don't even have them all. I try to keep one of
each but
sometimes I give them all away by accident," he said, spearing his side order
of raw vegetables.
"Wow, this pepper is so fresh," he mumbled, his eyes widening.
I was a bit baffled. "So have you signed . . . contracts and stuff? How
did they find out
about you?" I couldn't imagine how they saw Ken's black-and-white drawings as
a marketable
commodity.
"No, it's still being worked out. They'll probably pull out," he said
without apparent
concern. "They're just trying to get deals with artists that are doing similar
stuff to Palaver."
"Who?"
"The guy who does all the anvil things. You remember, I showed you some
of his stuff .
. . it's in this crazy colour spattering. I know I showed you."
I was watching the girl behind the counter sell someone some seed cake.
She was
attractive, her Cantonese-accented voice was really loud, and her nail polish
was sparkly. "If
you say so." I looked back at Ken. "Do you see her nail polish?"
He looked back and we admired it in tandem. It was silver.
He turned again towards me. "So I'm reading this book by this guy, Genet
-- it's
wicked. It's got these thieves . . ."
We talked for a few hours after that, about wicked thieves and other
things.

When I arrived at the London bus terminal, I looked for the Scary Bus
Lady, who was
the person at the counter who always seemed to be staring at you. A quick
survey among