In the sky between Tokyo and Manila, realizing that Philip K. Dick was deranged (in a creative way) from quite early on. Mid-1960s North Beach, placed in a proto-mutant future, is the locale realized most vividly in this very readable example of sci-fi pulp literature. Napkin art, the inevitable result.
As for my lost night in Roppongi, between legs of the flight? I'll put something into readable form in a few days. This next section of Cowachunga is a real doozy. I'm going to take another week for it, just to make sure I do not excrete something that completely breaks the contract with the reader.
Let's make it fab & phenomenal, if outside the box (again) that market savvy execs are looking for. Like Alex Chilton's Third, without the excessive drama.
As for my lost night in Roppongi, between legs of the flight? I'll put something into readable form in a few days. This next section of Cowachunga is a real doozy. I'm going to take another week for it, just to make sure I do not excrete something that completely breaks the contract with the reader.
Let's make it fab & phenomenal, if outside the box (again) that market savvy execs are looking for. Like Alex Chilton's Third, without the excessive drama.
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