Abe tried to sleep but try, try, try as hard as he could … he was an Insomniac that night. … There was just no way he could calm his mind … be at ease … rest … sleep. … Although by 4:13 A.M., his eyes started to make themselves much heavier. … Down, down, down went his eyelids … down his mind went into a slumber of sleep … But then … just then … suddenly … a grumbling underneath his floor was heard.

… Howls … screeches … pangs of pounding coyote heart beats thronged the elements and senses. … Crows and Ravens laughed at Odin’s Eye in Lisbon’s legendary leather. … The noises got louder and louder. … Abe’s heart raced to the rancid rainwater of religion. … Over and over again and again. … What was this? … Was he dead? … Was this the Final Judgement? Where was Christ? … He must be so high up in the sky only the small, select few could see him as they floated up to heaven.

But no … it was no such thing. … I t was simply leftover cake.
… and then that’s when Gary made his presence known.
Gary the Man Child exploded, bursted, shot up through the ground … right through the floor in Abe’s bedroom. … The Moon never saw something more of a Jade’s Trick than this. … Somehow, Gary escaped his underground prison and came rushing to Abe’s house … going most of the way via underground …

- Gary? Abe trembled in unbelievable fear and discomfort as he looked at Gary on his bedroom floor. Is that you?

- Yes. … I realized you weren’t going to help me out of that underground hell hole. … So, I had to figure out how to get out of there myself.

- How did you?

- Your appearance has been a revelation, Abe. … You reminded me of why I am alive.

- I did? How?

- The Magic Scent of My Master is close to you. … I can smell him on you.

-His smell is on me?

- Not his physical smell … but the remains of his spirit … shreds … as if he was shedding, just like a cat or dog does with it’s fur … we all shed our spirits where we go. … His spirit shjedded onto Arnold and Chelsea … whereupon from their dead bodies it was shedded onto you … during the funeral.

Abe was trying to look at Gary without staring … he didn’t want to make the Man Child anymore alienated and self-conscious than he already was. … But Gary’s appearance was … unique. … There was a reason why Gary was called a Man-child. … His face never altered in it’s basic design since the age of nine. … He had a small boy’s face.

Cherub-like, he round, pudgy cheeks … his jaw line was round with no definition or structure … his nose even had very little definition, with large nostrils shaped almost a perfect circle … the skin on his face was hyper-sensitive, glowing with reddish pink glow and electricity … there were next to no wrinkles around his eyes, forehead, nose and mouth … and his lips lit up almost as if with lipstick. … His body, on the other hand, was enormous. … He stood at six feet ten inches … large, wide should breathed out to space … muscles in every section of his arms, chest, shoulders, stomach, thighs, and calves. … His hands and feet were large for even a man of his size … hands and feet proportionate to someone ten feet tall in scientific fact … studies had been done.

And then, one of Gary’s problems exhibited itself in front of Abe … right there on the bedroom floor. … Gary squatted and began to allow shit to crawl out of his asshole … and piss squirted so strongly from his penis … which was oddly always hard with an erection … straight ahead and splattering on the wall … about three feet to Abe’s left.

- Holy Mother of God, Gary! Abe screamed in fright and disgust. Watch what you’re doing!

- You know I can’t help myself, Abe. Don’t you? Gary said while still allowing poop and pee to come out of his private parts … which weren’t that private, since Gary never wore clothes.

- I know, I know. … Isn’t there any way you can control yourself while you’re with me?

- No.

- So, you’ll be doing this the entire time we’re on our …

- Yes. … Speaking of which … agghh … there.

- What happened?

- That was the last turd to come out.

- I’d really prefer you not do that.

- I can’t help myself.

- Ok.

Shortly thereafter … well, not that shortly … Abe spent an hour cleaning up his room … all the spots that Gary’s poop and piss landed on. … Hesitantly Abe agreed to have Gary go with him on his detective adventure. … After all, Abe didn’t have much else … no one else would do it … some hired killers or thugs, sure … but they would ask for a much higher price.

So Abe and Gary hit the road together … heading West from Charleville … to Thor, in wooly wired. … Perhaps to Dream. … Ay th …

- To be or not to be … that is the question, Gary began. … Abe was driving his car while Gary was recited by Shakespeare … who in turn was written by Shakespeare. Be he has pure as snow … as infinite as Man may undergrowth grow … shall take corruption from that particular fault.

- The white cliffs of Dover … you can hear their bones humming … over … and over … and over … and into the sea … the Sea of Grown Men … is where they murdered me … it is where they murdered me. Abe replied without Thackerey’s help this time. Immoralist enlists immigrants. … That’s all I can tell you.