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Show Flying - 2h as he can, but experience and the righteousness of trying to make a living are on their side and John Henry finally has to walk out into the cold once more, with one last half-lustful look at the Blonde Whore still queening it in the middle of the floor. Damn but it's cold out here. Advice to Arctic explorers and gold-seekers in the Yukon: walk around a tree all night, keep moving and you won't freeze to death. From an old story in True Magazine. Keep moving. And me without a tree. John Henry walks up one side of the street, crosses over, and walks back down the other side. The cops smile fatherly smiles at him from their doorways. It's too cold by now for even the oldest and most desperate of whores to be out on the street and he walks on unmolested. Four o'clock. Four o'clock of a fine summer's morning. Four o'clock and all's well. Watchman, what of the night? And me without a bell to ring. Deep in the dark of an alley, John Henry sees men struggling. He looks on. One man breaks away and starts to run, but he runs the wrong way, toward the walled end of the alley. The others catch him. He falls and they make a circle around him and kick him. He manages to get to his knees and one kicks him in the head. Two of them pick him |
