The fools way, the amateurs way, the easiest way short of unconditional surrender. Speed-addled and walleyed,some part of me must have known someone would smell a rat sooner or later, but i gave it literally no thought, except for flashes of black panic, as when encountering loud noises.
When i returned, or rather imploded from New York City (Viceville--I know a place where one can buy retarded children for whatever use--$2000, give or take), I Wasn't using speed, it rather seemed that my entire metabolism had developed a speed deficiency. Scoff at the scientific impossibility if you will, Doc, but the result was the same.
