e quickest little pony on the track, are you?"
"You underestimate me," said Spyder. "This was all my clever plan to meet you. I think it went pretty well. "
"Take care of yourself," Shrike said, moving back toward the mouth of the alley.
"My name is Spyder," he called to her.
"Take care of yourself, Spyder. " She waved without turning around.
"Wait. Do you have a phone number or email or something? I owe you. "
"You dont owe me anything. "
"But Im madly in love with you and stuff. "
She turned gracefully and continued walking backwards, never breaking stride. "Not the quickest pony at all. "
She was gone. Spyder started after her, but when he tried to take a step, his legs shook so much that he fell against the alley wall. A few minutes later, Lulu came outside looking for him. She helped him back into the Bardo Lounge. Spyder noted that Lulu didnt seem to notice the large dead demon lying nearby in the alley. Together, -Spyder and Lulu got very, very drunk.
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Traffic Jam
It was light out when Spyder woke up, but his eyes refused to focus, so he couldnt read the time on the Badtz-Maru clock-radio near the bed.
His head felt as if someone had scooped out his brains and filled his skull with broken glass and thumb tacks. When he tried to sit up, every part of his body ached. He rose slowly to his feet and walked stiffly to the bathroom. Spyders shoulder throbbed and when he switched on the bathroom light he saw why.
There was a long gash running across his shoulder and down his chest. He had a black eye, a swollen lip and his arms and ribs were spotted in li
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