When I came to the general back
alley ambiance of the suite was so
rotten, so incredibly foul. How
long had I been lying there? Hours?
Days? Months? All these signs of
violence. What had happened?
There was evidence in this room of
excessive consumption of almost
every type of drug known to
civilized man since 1544 AD.But what kind of addict would need
all these coconut husks and crushed
honeydew rinds? Would the presence
of junkies account for all these
uneaten french fries? These
puddles of glazed ketchup on the
bureau? Maybe so, but then why all
this booze? And these crude
pornographic photos smeared with
mustard that had dried to a hard
yellow crust...
