The Children of Hamelin by Norman Spinrad & Kent Bash

Author:Norman Spinrad & Kent Bash [Spinrad, Norman & Bash, Kent]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Body; Mind & Spirit, cookie429, Extratorrents, XXXXXXXX, KatFiction
ISBN: 9780962371233
Publisher: Tafford Pub
Published: 1991-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

.... my head felt like a basketball balanced atop a baseball bat: huge, hollow and wobbly on the end of my neck....

Which was the first thing I felt on Saturday morning. Lying in bed with my eyes glued shut by morning-after mung; the sheets rumpled beneath and above me; a vague kaleidoscope of impossible memories and no sense of time.

Not that I had what you’d call a hangover—my head didn’t hurt, it just felt strange. Going to bed really stoned and waking up straight is a peculiarly disorienting feeling, especially if you’ve O.D.ed in bed. Had I O.D.ed in bed? Hard to remember. We had sure smoked an awful lot of hash. We had balled, I think.... Yeah, I think that’s the last thing I remembered. WoW. I felt like the mythical debutante into whose drink an unscrupulous degenerate had secreted a peyote button.

I fumbled around in the bed, my eyes still closed. Knock, knock—no one there. Well, there was no getting around it: I rubbed my eyes open. Sunlight was streaming in around the edges of the green window-shade. Even that dull green light was a bit too much for my taste at the moment. The clock said one. The mouse ran down.... One o’clock?

“Robin!” I yelled, “you still here?”

“Coming right in, man,” her voice said from far away, from what sounded like the kitchen.

A moment later, Robin walked into the bedroom—wide awake, dressed and smiling—with a cup of coffee in one hand and the hash pipe in the other. She kissed me lightly on the nose (my mouth tasted like the Black Hole of Calcutta), sat down on the bed next to me and handed me the coffee.

I took a long drink. It was just this side of scalding and had cream and sugar in it the way I like it, and it cut through a lot of cobwebs on the way down. I was beginning to feel almost human.

“Very domestic,” I said. “Somehow I didn’t make you for the type.”

“Oh, sometimes I groove behind that trip,” Robin said. “Got scrambled eggs ready to go in the kitchen, too.” She smiled and held the hash pipe up to my lips. “Not only that, I brought you your pipe. Couldn’t find any slippers, though.”

I eyed the hash pipe dubiously. “Isn’t it a little early in the morning?”

“Early in the morning? It’s one o’clock!” She took out a pack of matches, lit one, held it over the pipe bowl and took a drag. She blew sweet-smelling smoke in my direction. “Tasty...” she said. “I’ve been stoned for an hour already waiting for you to wake up. Try and get out of bed without it, baby!”

I propped myself up against the headboard. Blecch!

“Man, it’s a groove getting up stoned,” she said. “Think I’d be making breakfast if I were straight? Come on, have some hash and dig the day.”

“Well... maybe just a little one...” I said, letting her put the pipe between my lips.

Something to be said for a little hash before breakfast as an aperitif.

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