Monster slayer, avatar of salt and dust, drifting through Hades in a hand-basket. Gravel popped like collapsing stars as Elvis skidded the Indian to a bone-shaking stop. Spirals of dust muddled the air, partially obscuring a looming thirty foot entry arch crowned with baroque lettering, ZOLTARS COSMIC CARNIVAL & MEDICINE SHOW. It's garish neon veneer of glamour sparked and twinkled with millions of tiny lights in candy shop colors. A ticket booth centered in the middle was ornately carved with cherubs and blossoming scrolls, then lacquered in vivid yellow, magenta and royal blue enamels. Directly below the tinted glass window in front, a tall fluorescent blue cross flashed on and off. The booth was empty so he let the Indian idle for a bit, ears tuned for the crack of doom, or maybe the songs of angels. No way to figure how long he'd been riding this time, his lips were cracked and bleeding and his tongue had swollen to the roof of his mouth. He was hard jonesing for a shot of bourbon, okay maybe two, but seeing as he was just one bender short of oblivion, he lit a smoke...
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