FULL-BORE INTO THE MAELSTROM!
Is this the real life? What? Is this just fantasy? The Writer opened one eye and cautiously scanned the surrounding sunlight. Morning? Caught in a landslide. Where the—right. Suite 1734. The Chicago Hilton. September the ... Saturday! “Tacker!” No escape from reality.
FULL-BORE INTO THE MAELSTROM!
FEATURES
Án Evening of Platter-Chatter With THE RECORDS
by
Jeffrey Morgan
We're not about to admit to anything.--Will Birch
CHAPTER ONE:
Wunderkind On The Rewind
Is this the real life?
What?
Is this just fantasy?
The Writer opened one eye and cautiously scanned the surrounding sunlight. Morning?
Caught in a landslide.
Where the—right. Suite 1734. The Chicago Hilton. September the ... Saturday!
“Tacker!”
No escape from reality.
“Tacker, shut that goddamned thing off!”
Open your—the cassette recorder snapped off from somewhere in the direction of the bathroom. He heard her voice drifting forward. “Is that you?”
“What time is it?” he yelled, momentarily forgetting that the tape machine had been turned off.
“Eleven-thirty,” said Tacker, casually walking into the bedroom, zipping up her dark green vinyl slacks.
“Eleven-thirty? Jesus, Tacker. We’ve got a flight to catch in 90 minutes. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You looked like you needed the sleep. Besides, have you forgotten how much alcohol you polished off last night?”