He called a cab and waited by the curb in the warm afternoon sun.
"Do you have the time?"
Spyder was so out of it, he hadnt seen the tall man in the gray business suit approach him. The man was bald, but tanned and healthy-looking, with deep wind and -sunburn creases on his cheeks. It took Spyder a second to answer.
"Uh, no. Sorry. "
"No worries," the man said with a slight Shrimp-on-the-Barbie accent. "Lovely day. "
"Yeah. Great," said Spyder
"You all right, mate?"
"Just a little hungovers all. "
The business man laughed. "Thats how you know you had a good time," he said and clapped Spyder on his sore shoulder. "Cheers. "
As the man walked away, Spyder saw something attached to his back. It was sort of ape-like, but its head was soft, like a slugs. It had its teeth sunk into the mans neck and was clinging onto his back by its twisted child-like limbs. Spyder wanted to call out to the man, but his throat was locked tight in fear and disgust. The parasites head throbbed as it slurped something from the business mans spine.
Spyder took a step back and his shoulder touched a rough wooden pole planted in the ground through a section of shattered pavement. Pigeons and gray doves were nailed up and down the pole. Animal heads were staked around the top. An alligator. A rottweiler. A horse. Other more freakish animals Spyder couldnt identify. Each head was decorated with flower garlands and its eye sockets and mouth stuffed with incense and gold coins, like offerings.
Across the street, a griffin, its leathery wings twitching, was lazily chewing on the carcass of a fat, gray sewer rat. Emerald spiders the size of a childs hand ra
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