For a minute we almost believe that Agent William Lee, the scourge of Interzone, has mutated into mild old Bungalow Bill, tripping over cat baskets as he gets up to pee in the night. This is no ordinary senior citizen. I am an unabashed cultural icon. Ornery Bill rages against drug wars, media panics, psychiatry, the atom bomb. Still a shootist, going out for weekly target practice sessions at a neighbour's farm.
Subject continues to manage an addiction routine, with weekly visits to the methadone clinic.
He reads pulp novels, with a special interest in stories of plague, epidemic, alien infestation. And he reads and re-reads his dreams. My Burroughs dream, circa 1980. I am standing in a drab green dining room, grey light, dusty furniture. There is a serving hatch opening on another room, equally dull.