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Sammy, the Gat: “I Got Me A Skin-Splitter On My Tooth Liner”

(Glossary at end.)  Joe. I smell high-octane battery acid. Cuppa, cuppa, cuppa. As I come outta the creep sleep that angel-winged me from there to here, I’m head-scopin’ a pic of a stained-glass panel with steamin’ coffee cup and an … Continue reading

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Sammy, the Gat: “This Week’s Lugen”

(Glossary at end. Click for Sammy, the Gat, catch-up.) I look around. To my left, the carn: pulsatin’ primaries, tinny tunes, swirlin’ stallions, high-flyin’ rumble seats. To my right: Main Street, lit up like a newbie in white. And separatin’ … Continue reading

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