"Some people think drugs are unethical," said Fair sarcastically.
"Yeah, and some people think of God as a
sadistic genius who loves to fuck with people just for his own sick
amusement. Like a bratty kid pulling the legs off frogs or something,
just because he can."
Thurgood had been looking out the window and now
turned to find Harrington with the duffle bag in his lap, the top
open, and his hands inside it.
"Hey, man," said Schlitz imploringly. "Hey! Keep
your grubby dickskinners out of there. That shit is property of The
Doctor and no one else."
Fair was looking in the bag. Then he asked coyly,
"Aren't you curious what Mary Magdalene is?"
"Dude," said Schlitz, more stern than
ever, "I'm sure it's just some fucking grade-D dirty schwag that you
can only sell to a 12-year old."
Schlitz glanced at Harrington and found him smiling
yet strangely fearful. Like he had just swallowed a goldfish.
"I need a fucking drink, and fast," declared Thurgood
Schlitz. Simultaneously he noticed a skyscraping Starlight Super Stop
sign about a mile up the road and proceeded to blindly merge into
the right lane. Only by luck did he not merge into another vehicle.
"Christ on the cross, bleeding all over."
It was Fairchild Harrington. He added thought-