Fast flying rain was falling in heavy sheets around him. He stopped for a moment and looked around. They had all gone mad. Tommy and Stroke were playing ring around the rosy, while Curly sat there pointing and laughing. Jesse was rolling around in the mud. Hank was busy going off the deep end in that old house. No one could stop him. They all tried, but he was reckless, like the storm coming down around them. Those women were around, eating hamburgers, drinking Southern Comfort and laughing. On more than one occasion, more than one of them shouted this was the best damn show they’d ever watched. Dylan heard gunshots and ducked, calling for Sergeant Pepper to follow him. He was still being assaulted by visions. By the make-believe cops and robbers shoot-out going on in the field. He used the white flowers to hide behind, to duck and return fire. He noticed a payphone by the church and ran toward it. He slipped in the mud once, but he didn’t go down. He hid behind the body of it, using it as a shield.
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