Nothing has dipped my fuckin', [William starts to say, wistfully and wildly irrelevantly, before he abruptly decides not to ruin the mood. A grin flashes over his face minnow-quick, retires as he reaches over to stub out his cigarette into the ashtray with the silky ash of its cousins.

Would that all demons were as personable and reliable in William's life.] The Jump's tomorrow, [he says,] So I'll drag my arse up for that, but otherwise I been pretty fucking out of touch with the world. What's been happening? Has Ned managed to get his cock up yet? Has Kennex's cyborg solidarity turned into a fucked up supremacy movement allied with Smiley?

Eaten Natasi's muff yet? Are you skipping showers? How's the garden? How the fuck are you?