"Jack, it's me, Joe! The boss sent me." If I am going to live, I have to act fast. "That's right, Jack, you know me. I'm the other subscriber to Motorcyclist." The barrel of the rifle drops to neck level. "Everyone else cancelled their subscriptions on account of our drinking and writing, Jack. We're Gonzo, you and me, Big Daddy." Monitor-syndrome eyes squint through thick, round spectacles. "Gresh?" The Norinco swings limp at his side, "Hell, stand down, punk. Let's go have a beer!"