Im just having a weird day. Let me give you some money. "
"Keep your hands where I can see them and get out. Ill shoot you and tell the cops you tried to rob me. When they find all the dope in your blood, theyll believe me. "
"Sorry I scared you. "
"You didnt scare me, you pissed me off," said Barry. "Cant you tell the difference?"
Spyder got out of the cab and leaned in the front passenger window. Barry kept the gun pointed at him. "Funny, my ex said something like that when she split. "
Barry gave Spyder the finger, gunned his engine and shot straight down Haight Street before being caught at the next corner by a half-dozen jaywalking punks.
That guy was going to shoot me, thought Spyder. He considered that as he walked the last half block to the studio. Maybe it wasnt such a bad option. The hallucinations werent letting up. Maybe being shot was what he needed to kick his brain out of the peculiar abyss into which it had fallen. Spyder had the feeling that the day wasnt going to get any better.
Six
A Trick of the Light
Spyder walked with his head down, not allow-ing himself to look around no -matter how odd or enticing the visions: black hooves, crows chatting with rats, the suddenly sinister insect-silhouettes of panhandlers hed seen a thousand times before.
He smelled musk and ambergris, cook fires and sewage. It reminded him of the Moroccan souks, but he was very far away from Morocco. In fact, very far away from anything familiar right now.
A sense of relief came over Spyder when he entered the tattoo studio and closed the door behind him. A couple of college girls were inspecting the flash designs on the wal
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