Pallid Jack in Elbow
Town
After a
grueling week of manual labor Pallid Jack liked to go to Elbow Town, where he
could eat food that regular people find disgusting and weird and shop for music
and books that regular people would be nauseated by and frightened of. As he wandered through the narrow, winding
streets he reflected on the fact that these streets were more like hallways really. No cars could ever get down in here. Paintings of duck-billed priests and
inspirational posters featuring Iggy Pop covered the walls. The smell of fermented mung bean paste drew
Pallid Jack further in until finally he heard the sounds of Master Saxophonist
Japanese McGee and his One-Speed Combo announcing the death of all hope and the
bitter fingers of fate jammed into a monochrome mouth.
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