"Jack Womack - Ambient 06 - Going, Going, Gone" - читать интересную книгу автора (Womack Jack)

sound government. On a regular schedule the fenтАЩs trolls burn
off excess gas. The glow attracts fools and children. The stench
overcomes them, the gas hits the blood like carbon monoxide,
the bog sucks them under. TheyтАЩre done for. Stay out of politics,
my brothers, thereтАЩs no keeping clean.
BennettтАЩs call had rung down the curtain on my mindтАЩs
nightly adventure. Even though I considered taking it from the
top I noticed it was midnight, and since IтАЩd been hit with this
unforeseen breakfast subpoena I decided IтАЩd better take the
sensible road and toddle off to snoozeville. While shedding my
outerwear I let myself go blank. Listened to walls creak as they
eased their weary stones, heard the wind tickle the ivyтАЩs dry
threads. I was stashed in the usual drawer, an N Street town-
house with 1850 skin and 1965 guts. Claims adjusters infested
the ground floor offices but the apartments were available for
government transients. I donтАЩt know who crashed in my suite
when I wasnтАЩt in town. Martin didnтАЩt say, I didnтАЩt ask. The joint
must have been classville in buggywhip days but the trolls had
been hard at work since. On a five-star scale IтАЩd give the left-
overs a negative four. A junkman wouldnтАЩt take the furniture if
you paid him. Turn on the faucets and take bets on what colour
the waterтАЩd be. Cockroaches big as chihuahuas and just as quiet.
Every morning rats raced through the groundcover out front to
the point where even a dead sober man would think the yard
was trying to sneak away from the house. Well, it was never
more than a couple nightsтАЩ flop to me and after all, IтАЩve done
time in places that made this look like the Savoy-Plaza. IтАЩd just
started kissing the sheets when my unseen friend returned.
Help.
Definitely not Bennett this time. I tried hauling myself up but
it wasnтАЩt easy.
Help.
Where was that boy? Somewhere on my left, maybe? DonтАЩt
believe the yarns, thereтАЩs not much to be gained when you start
hearing people who arenтАЩt there. ┬╗Yo boyo, your signalтАЩs coming
in clear. Show yourself.┬л
Help me.
┬╗No need to be shy,┬л I called out, thinking IтАЩd pinned him
down on radar. I tiptoed to the bathroom and pushed at the
door. ┬╗Hey Livingstone. Stanley here.┬л No answer, so I flipped
on the brights and peeked in. ┬╗Anybody?┬л Nobody. Now if IтАЩd
stayed horizontal I could have probably convinced myself that
the eveningтАЩs entertainment simply intensified those bad DC
vibes, but once up my reptile brain couldnтАЩt be rubed. Maybe I
landed in the middle of one of those CIA campfire tales you
always hear. Those necrophiliacs had no need to unscrew my
bulbs, but they wouldnтАЩt have cared. This was probably the kind
of fun they had when they werenтАЩt out shooting Nixon.
Help.
I did a NormanтАЩs mother. Nobody in the shower so I checked