Back Night Train
Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. The Truth of Thom Jones
  5. Selected Stories
  6. The Pugilist at Rest
  7. The Black Lights
  8. I Want to Live!
  9. Silhouettes
  10. Mosquitoes
  11. A White Horse
  12. Cold Snap
  13. Superman, My Son
  14. Way Down Deep in the Jungle
  15. Pickpocket
  16. Pot Shack
  17. I Need a Man to Love Me
  18. Sonny Liston Wasa Friend of Mine
  19. The Roadrunner
  20. A Run Through the Jungle
  21. 40, Still at Home
  22. Tarantula
  23. Mouses
  24. Daddy’s Girl
  25. New Stories
  26. Night Train
  27. Volcanoes from Hell
  28. A Merry Little Christmas
  29. All Along the Watchtower
  30. Diary of My Health
  31. The Junkman of Chengdu
  32. Bomb Shelter Noel
  33. Acknowledgments
  34. Credits
  35. About the Author
  36. Also by Thom Jones
  37. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

Jesus, not another one! Well, don’t let the resident know. You have to keep your victims isolated. Remember: You are the center of the universe and they are mere satellites. Isolate him. Magnetic Seth and the fresh resident must never meet. And yes, it is a wicked web, but you’re an energetic little spider. Go out there and repair that web on a daily basis. Keep the victims isolated and keep that net in good repair. Fun, isn’t it? I’m proud of you. Just watch out for space debris—comets, meteor dust, and the rusting hulks of Citroën Deux Chevaux.

So we’re shooting in Miami this week and it is hotter than a motherfucker. The Diet Pepsis in my bar cabinet are like only ten ounces at four bucks a crack! I can drink five at once. I dunno, I feel guilty drinking fifty dollars’ worth of soda before lunch. Apart from screwing starlets, what I like best about location shooting is the sound of that room service cart jingling down the hall, you know? The clatter of bone china and the aroma of fresh coffee. Here comes one now. Gotta go.

Xxxs

Richard # III

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re: Bob Thinks I’m Fucking Lisa!

date sent: March 4, 1999

LOL—babe, it’s better that he thinks you’re a dyke, believe me. A whole lot easier on his ego. Personally, I think he just went to the lawyer to blow off steam. He is hurt and he wants to strike back. It’s the oldest story in the world. No matter what, he’s not going to divorce you. And so what if he does? I don’t know why you are so hot for that old house anyhow; it’s nothing but work, and you’re never there. Get yourself a little fuckpad and pay back your medical school loans. Power to the people, babe. I gotta go.

Eldridge

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re: I Am Fucking Lisa!

date sent: March 5, 1999

You, a dyke? No way. Jesus, give me a break! Look, I know you’re stressed out. These things happen. It doesn’t mean you’re some hard-core lesbian. Trust me, I know you better than you know yourself. But just the same: My God! Is Lisa a good fuck?

Your partner in crime,

Ace

P.S. What are the kids at the Foxhead saying about the show?

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re: Three-Way Sex: Are You Up to It, Sport?

date sent: March 6, 1999

Whoa! Are you shitting me? Yeah! I’m up for it. Boing! Way up! LOL. Señor Caligula is up for most anything. A three-way sounds absolutely great! Tell me, though, what are Lisa’s tits like? She hasn’t got tobacco-brown nipples, has she? That just makes it impossible for me. It ruins everything. She’s very fair-skinned, so I doubt this will be a problem. But please advise me at the first possible opportunity.

Ready and Rarin’,

Yrs,

Suckman

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