"George R. R. Martin - Armageddon Rag" - читать интересную книгу автора (Martin George R R)

Those were the days


Always knew who you could trust

Cruising in your micro-bus

They were them and we were us

Those were the days


All the things we’re into then

Tarot cards, I Ching, and Zen

Mister, we could use a man like

Timothy Leary again!


Hardly needed any cash

Everybody shared their stash

Always had a place to crash

Those were the days!

CHAPTER ONE
 Those were the days, my friend
We thought they’d never end



It was not one of Sandy Blair’s all-time great days. His agent had picked up the lunch tab, to be sure, but
that only partially made up for the way he’d gotten on Sandy’s case about the novel deadline. The
subway was full of yahoos and it seemed to take forever to get him back to Brooklyn. The three-block
walk to the brownstone he called home seemed longer and colder than usual. He felt in dire need of a
beer by the time he got there. He pulled one from the fridge, opened it, and ascended wearily to his
third-floor office to face the stack of blank paper he was supposedly turning into a book. Once again, the
elves had failed to knock off any chapters in his absence; page thirty-seven was still in his typewriter.
You just couldn’t get good elves anymore, Sandy thought morosely. He stared at the words with
distaste, took a swig from the bottle in his hand, and looked around for a distraction.

That was when he noticed the red light on his message machine, and found that Jared Patterson had
phoned.

Actually it had been Jared’s secretary who made the call, which Sandy found amusing; even after seven
years, and everything that had happened, Patterson was still a bit nervous about him. “Jared Patterson