ZID PART V CHAPTER 7 Shhhhh

[The Urbane Spaceman]

Word got around, yes indeed.

There is one simple thing that you should know, which is this:

Those on the outside will find others of their own ilk, and when they do, there is no stronger bond of fealty. Even in the name of anarchy. Gawbless Punkology.

Yes, them narcs got a wind of ZID in that there broken church, the one that was overtaken by punks with guitars and truth.

Huh.

Ya know, that would be an interesting name for a band.

Indeed. Here is a song that is not appropriate for anyone with tender ears, but it illustrates this next part with its aural landscape. Hells yes.



We tried to play it down. We tried to make it look like part of the show. Jerry whipped out small hand flyers his band ordered from a low-priced but also punk-loving printer with good art skills for their next gig.

Those whom we did not know received only those.

Others who knew us for our trade in cross tops and black bettys and whippers and weed at these shows,

Well,

They got a tiny metal envelope. 5 for 25

“How does it work?”

“Give it forty minutes. You will be like Supe. You will be amazing. This is your Cape.”


I tell you, we could not leave, because many folks did not believe even though others already knew about this ZID thing. Hell, I was new to it as well. But---

If we bailed, then we would have folks running after us, thinking that they were ripped off.

That was our mistake.

We stuck around too long.

Ya know why?

Well, because everyone has a different reaction to ZID, especially when they haven’t taken it before,

And they don’t have a Navigator like Joey

And they are at a punk rock show

And there are cops outside.


Oh.


No.

The next part will be called, “Moonlight” because that is how you drive sometimes, by the light of the moon.

When you have to escape.

Now for a Martini.




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