Gill was at the Interbelt again, camped out and passing out dirty needles filled with cooked heroin, telling people the needles were dirty and then watching them shoot up while smiling and stroking his drunken chin. Some joker had found a dead prostitute under the bridge, strangulation, and had climbed up and hung her from the rafters by her ankles. Drunken men in the light of campfires in-between fuck sessions tried to throw rocks and bricks at the whore's skull to break it open and spill her brains onto the floor of the Interbelt. They rarely hit anything. It was then that a pickup truck filled with skinheads flew up and stopped under the bridge. A beer bottle flew from the truck when it stopped and shattered in a man's face taking out both of his eyes and knocking him to his knees. They jumped out of the truck and chased the men around, back to their cars, beating them with bats and crowbars. Some hit the earth, others got away. One of them got a hold of Gill. "This is the motherfucker were looking for." he says, he pushes Gill, whose smile is fastly fading. He stumbles. "What?!" he shouts as the skinheads gather around him. A tattooed motherfucker drags a railroad tier over to them, and they fastly tie the drunken Gill to it, and soak him in gasoline. "NO DON'T" he screams as a lit match falls on his crotch and he bursts out in flame, screaming wildly as the skin melts off of his bones and sizzles in the dead dirt. Then they run, get into the pickup truck, and speed off. "That will teach you, motherfuckers!" someone on the truck yells.
I visited Gill in the hospital. His face was melted away, his hands and feet were clubs, his genitals gone. He was on advanced life support and his entire body was covered in scars. He wheezed slowly, in and out, with a great deal of pain. I touched him, and his body spasmed. Suddenly I became terrified, as I had no knowledge of how this could have possibly happened to him. After returning to the house I had rented a room in from Onyx and Miserati, I drank a bottle of Robitussin and smoked a lot of pot and began an intense trip. After chainsmoking for a couple hours I grabbed a can of black spray paint out of the garage and started walking down the railroad tracks, tripping out of my mind. I must have walked for three hours, when I reached a clearing on a city block I walked up to the white wall and spray painted Gill's first name on it, then threw the can into the field. I began to walk back, seeing double, triple, strange and impossible hallucinations all around me. I sit down, pack a bowl, and smoke up, then a cigarette, and hear a train coming. I stand there, waiting. The train passes me, sending flashes of white light silhouetting onto the surface of my face through the fastly passing bars. It is going slow, so as the last car passes, I grab the footrest and climb onto the last car. I hold on, thinking I'm getting a free ride, but the thing starts going faster, and faster, and even faster. I have an urge to leap from the train. I'm glad it's going faster and propel myself from the train. I collide with a pile of stones and get knocked out cold. I awake the next morning finding I have shit my pants, and walk the remainder of the way home with it oozing out of my socks.
