The Ghastly Love of Johnny X Page #3

to pound

And I smiled

and sighed and said

That's for me

That's for me

I looked deep into

those eyes

So blue

So young

And I knew those happy

wedding bells

Would soon...

"Be-uti-ful."

What the hell's going

on here, Clayton?

When you look at

the stars, baby,

what do you see?

Well, gosh.

I think about Superman and

how he was raised on a farm

just like me.

He was born in the stars

you know.

I see possibility...

Countless possibilities...

Endless possibility...

They're mighty inviting

aren't they?

The stars.

I could do

with a cool one.

You slay me, sailor.

We should run

off together...

See Mexico, Canada...

Maybe book a tramp steamer

to the south seas.

I've always longed to see

the Black Hole of Calcutta.

But first, we gotta stop

by my uncle's

and get you a cold one.

I think you'll really like him,

he's a pretty hep cat.

You better pray this

harebrained scheme of yours

works and we can pay off

those thugs.

You bought this mausoleum and

you better fill it with bodies,

'cause if you don't,

we are lock, stock,

and bone broke, baby.

And if you can't feed the kitty,

you ain't gettin' the pretty.

Slash out

the p*ssy-footin'.

Look, Daddy-o.

Where I come from,

if a man wants to drag,

first he shows the other cat

what he has under his hood.

I'm willing to lay all my cards

on the table, Mister X.

That's the only way

I've ever played the game.

Indubitably.

When I booked the great

Mickey O'Flynn on this gig,

I was confidant that his

return would pack an ass

into every seat in

this house,

but my trusting and generous

nature betrayed me yet again.

It seems that

Mister O'Flynn was...

not the man he once was.

Copy that.

So I stopped by his

dressing room yesterday

to give him a little

pep talk.

All right, all right,

let's get to the point.

And sharpen it!

I can do better

than that.

You know, this business takes

your heart and then your soul.

I mean, that's why it's

tough for me, Clayton.

I mean, I'm

eaten up inside.

I'm all sucked dry.

It was different when

I was back on top.

What are you

talking about?

Why, Lily here's one of your

biggest fans, one of your

greatest admirers,

right, Lil?

Biggest.

Greatest.

Why, I don't mind telling you

it's been the dream of my life

to work on a show with you.

You know, we're going

to pull this thing together,

the two of us,

and then we'll both be

back on top again.

"We"?

Your fans are

counting on you.

I don't have any fans.

All I got, a bunch of pesky

ghouls waiting for me to pop off

so my autograph'll

be worth more.

I can't face 'em.

They all wanna

see me dead.

What are you

talking about?

They all love you,

we love you.

Right, Lily?

Biggest.

Greatest.

Well, here's a

little news.

I don't love you,

I don't love anybody,

I don't love them.

I mean, this rock and roll

bullshit is a bunch of crap!

And you can stick it

up your keister!

You're parasites!

It's cold.

Cold?

Cripes, Mickey, we're in the

middle of a friggin' heat wave.

I'm roasting here.

Oh, well, you are,

but I feel

the winter coming.

I feel the black plague,

it's coming to get me.

Forget about it.

You got the jitters,

I don't blame you.

It's been a while since you've

been in front of an audience.

The most important thing

is that you believe

in what you're doing.

You want me to believe

in what I'm doing?

Look.

If the curtain goes

up tomorrow night

and you're

not on that stage

torturing that guitar and making

love to them high notes,

you'll be finished.

Maybe I want to be.

No, I don't think so.

I know you

better than that.

I've followed your career

for a long time

and one of the things

I was most impressed with

is that you care about

your music,

if nothing else.

Look...

Just knuckle down.

Give yourself a break.

Give me a break.

You?

This is my last shot,

O'Flynn.

I owe a bloody fortune

to a bunch of loan sharks.

If you're not on that stage

tomorrow night,

I'm a dead man.

Okay.

We got a problem

here, Clayton.

The spirit of Rock and Roll

dictates that I do what I want

to do and managers

be damned.

Now you're asking me

to go against that spirit,

to do what my premonition

tells me not to do.

To help my fellow

man, to help you?

Is that about

the gist of it?

In a nutshell, yes.

Okay.

Just as long as we understand

each other, buddy.

How about a cigar?

Oh, no thanks, man,

those things'll kill you.

I think I got some smokes

over there, do you mind?

Oh, I wondered

where those went.

Get some more

of those.

Oh.

Here you go.

Thank you,

Mr. Claymation.

Clayton.

Claytie.

Claytie rock.

I'll tell you what,

Mickey.

You've always

dealt with vultures.

Now, that's- That's

all over.

How about a toast?

To the collaboration

of Mickey O'Flynn,

the Man

with the Grin,

and King Clayton.

Long live the King

of Cactus Rock.

Mickey?

Mickey?

What happened?

The son of a b*tch just

reneged on his contract.

Huh?

Holy sh*t,

Batman.

I'm sorry, kid.

I know how much you

admired him.

Big sleep.

Bad break.

Bad smell.

You can get him up and moving,

right, for the concert?

Johnny can get

anything up with that suit.

Can't you, Johnny?

You know I can, baby.

But I won't.

Not this time.

Not to my own...

Is there something

I should know?

Yeah, you promised

me Bliss and the suit,

yet you delivered nothing

but a dead cracker!

Now...

Now what do you have

to say about that?

There you are.

Abracadabra!

Uncle King!

"Uncle"? You know these hoods?

Some newly acquired

business pals.

Except some of us are

more than pals.

And some of us

aren't pals at all.

I can't believe you

did this to us.

You knew

they were after us!

What the hell is that?

Now Chip, I told you never

to come in here.

What happened?

It was an

unfortunate development,

but the show must go on.

All right, lover.

You stole the suit and now

I'm going to steal it back.

And since it seems...

you don't

have it on you,

I'm guessing you stashed it in

that mean machine of yours.

Am I warm?

Is that the sweet smell

of soda jerk on your lips?

You might get the suit, but

you will never get me back.

Go screw!

We did.

Really?

Uh-oh.

Oh.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Get her!

Ladies!

This isn't the place,

all right?

Hey, come on,

come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

The world's most

wanted car.

I wonder what's inside?

It'd be a shame if I had to

turn all this fine chrome

into tinfoil

just to find out.

But then, you know, down here,

we've all got free will,

don't we?

You lie, Johnny!

I sure as hell don't

have any free will.

Because if I did, you would

tell your gorillas turn me loose

so I could go over there and

kick your greasy ass!

So, the mouse roars.

All right, boys-

Let him go.

You should have 'em

neutered.

It'd improve

their disposition.

Come on, soda jerk.

Make your play.

Easy for

you to say.

You're the one

who's armed.

I like you, Soda.

Maybe you have what it takes

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