quot; came by on the jukebox.
"Im sorry," Bilal said.
Spyder nodded, patted the demons barstool.
"Climb back up in the saddle, big man. Let me buy you another Jager. "
"Youre not going to kill me?"
"Hell no," said Spyder. "I understand about bad moods and being stuck someplace maybe you dont want to be. So, you get to keep your head and I get to not spill demon guts all over this nice, clean shirt. "
Bilal gestured to his chest.
"Could you?"
"Sorry. " Spyder touched the demon. The skin of Bilals chest shifted, unsealing his second mouth.
Rudi bought him a shot of Jager and Spyder passed it to the demon. He clinked his Coke against Bilals glass in a toast.
"Tell me the truth," said Spyder, leaning in close. "People taste a lot like chicken, dont we?"
Sixty One
The Other Side of the Wind
By the end of the first month, the world slowly began to feel solid under his feet, the edges of things stable and reliable, his skin his own.
At home, Spyder kept the TV on, but the sound off. He tried to listen to music, but everything sounded flat and dull. Spyder made a couple of calls and he and Lulu started doing work out of Luscious Abrasion, a body mod studio near their old place on Haight Street. A small but steady part of Spyder and Lulus new clientele were demons, Gytrash and other non-humans.
"Words spreading about us. You know what this means?" asked Lulu.
"What?"
"Demon groupies. "
No one at the studio ever seemed to notice, and their special clients always paid in gold so everyone was happy.
In May, on Orson W
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