The Wizard of Gore Page #6

whenever you wanted to, but you didn't.

You used me, Chong,

because you didn't want

to get your hands dirty.

Better that I deal

with the rat f*** magician

who's stealing your stable.

I left the body there.

A magician by the name of Montag.

You're a pretty smart guy, Chong.

Why don't you pin the murders on him?

If you're lucky,

you'll get off with a pandering charge.

And, Chong, I'm also going to need a line

on your tetro supplier.

But we'll hash that out later,

when you're feeling up to it.

Which brings us to that end

I was talking about:

The final curtain for that life

and that Ed Bigelow.

I took that coward who was afraid

to size himself up for what he really was

and put him out of his misery.

Now I live backstage.

From my spot here, I can make people

dance to whatever tune I want them to.

When they come to my house,

I hold their lives in my hands.

They don't have to see me,

and I don't have to parade

myself in front of them.

I know what's inside me,

and whenever I want,

I can see everything that's inside of them,

if you catch my drift.

You wonder how in the hell

I got to this place.

You should be asking

what took me so long.

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