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drug rehab. Both of us in drug rehab.”
     
    “ Fuck you, you pale bullshit motherfucker.”
     
    “ You better hold onto that attitude, you’re gonna need it sometime, Dwayne. I’m doing this to help, man. Because I had a choice and you didn’t.”
     
    “ You think you on a mission? Fuck you, you kneejerk liberal cocksucker!” Dwayne shouted out the car window as Johnson started the cruiser and drove off.
     
    Jim was taken to the precinct in another cop car. After awhile all the rest of the police cars drove off into the night, vanishing into the darkness where the hungry dead were shuffling, sniffing the air.
     
     
     
     
     

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Food, Glorious FOOD! How do we love thee? (Really, how can we NOT, since every little innocent Oreo cookie has 14 various ‘appetite inducers’.)
    Let the legendary F. Paul Wilson’s “Topsy” count the ways…
     
     
     
     
     
    Topsy
     
    By F. Paul Wilson
     
     
     
     
     
    I’m inna middle a chewin on dis giant lasagne noodle when Nurse Delores appears.
     
    “ Morning, Topsy!” she says as she marches inta da room in her white uniform.
     
    Dey call me Topsy.
     
    Don’t ax why dey call me dat. My name’s Bruno. But evybody here calls me Topsy.
     
    “ Oh, no!” she says. “You’ve been eating your sheets again!”
     
    I look down an see she’s right. My sheets is all chewed up. I guess dat weren’t no giant lasagne noodle after all.
     
    God I’m hungry.
     
    “ Ready for breakfast?” she says all bright an cheery.
     
    Course I’m ready for breakfast—I’m dyin for breakfast—but I don’t say nuttin. Cause what dey call breakfast here ain’t. Ain’t lunch or dinner neither. Just liquid. Not even a shake. I amember when I useta eat diet shakes. Useta drink ten a dem fa breakfast. An anotha ten fa coffee break. Dey’re junk. I neva lost weight on dem. Not once.
     
    But no shakes round here. Just dis clear glop. An here she comes wit a whole glass of it.
     
    “ Here, Topsy. Open your mouth and drink this,” she says, all Mary Sunshine poikiness.
     
    If my hands wasn’t strapped to da side of da bed I’d grab her an make her drink it herself an see how much she likes dat shit.
     
    She tilts da glass toward my lips but I turn away.
     
    “ Come on, Topsy,” she says. “I know you don’t like it, but it’s this or nothing.”
     
    “ No!”
     
    “ Come on, Topsy. Do it for Lenore. Don’t be mad at me. The protein hydrosylate isn’t my idea. It’s doctor’s orders. And it’s working. You’re down to twelve hundred and thirty pounds now.”
     
    Still I don’t open.
     
    “ Come on, baby. It’s this or go hungry. Open up.”
     
    Sometimes she calls me baby, but dat don’t make it taste better, believe me.
     
    I open an pretend it’s a milk shake. A big double chocolate praline shake laced wit wet walnuts.
     
    Don’t help. I gag an wanna barf it all ova da place but manage to choke it down. Gotta. It’s all I’ll get til lunch. An dat’ll only be a salad.
     
    God I’m so hungry.
     
    Dey don’t unnerstan aroun here. Don’t seemta realize dat I gotta eat. Dey say dey’re helpin me by stickin needles in my arms an feedin me teeny bits of veggies an barely a moutful of whole grain