I Was Twelve When I Read My

Science Fiction Writers, I Am Sorry To Say, Really Do Not Know Anything.

Basically, Sherri's Idea Had To Do With Bringing Fat's Mind Down From The Cosmic And The Abstract To The Particular. She Had Hatched Out The Practical Notion That Nothing Is More Real Than A Large World War Two Soviet Tank.

I Did Not Tell Fat This, But Technically He Had Become A Buddha. It Did Not Seem To Me Like A Good Idea To Let Him Know. After All, If You Are A Buddha You Should Be Able To Figure It Out For Yourself.

Where There's Dope, There's Hope!

When You Are Crazy You Learn To Keep Quiet.