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The Man Within- The Bradley in Us All

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The Buyer takes on an ominous grey-green color. Fact is his
body is making its own junk or equivalent. The Buyer has a
steady connection. A Man Within you might say. Or so he
thinks. 'I'll just set in my room,' he says. 'Fuck 'em all. Squares
on both sides. I am the only complete man in the industry.

But a yen comes on him like a great black wind through the
bones. So the Buyer hunts up a young junky and gives him a
paper to make it.

'Oh all right,' the boy says. 'So what you want to make?'

'I just want to rub against you and get fixed.'

'Ugh ... Well all right ... But why cancha just get physical like a
human?'

Later the boy is sitting in a Waldorf with two colleagues
dunking pound cake. 'Most distasteful thing I ever stand still
for,' he says. 'Some way he make himself all soft like a blob of
jelly and surround me so nasty. Then he gets well all over like
with green slime. So I guess he come to some kinda awful
climax ... I come near wigging with that green stuff all over
me, and he stink like a old rotten cantaloupe.'

'Well it's still an easy score.'

The boy signed resignedly; 'Yes, I guess you can get used to
anything. I've got a meet with him again tomorrow.'

The Buyer's habit keeps getting heavier. He needs a recharge
every half hour. Sometimes he cruises the precincts and
bribes the turnkey to let him in with a cell of junkies. It gets
to where no amount of contact will fix him. At this point he
receives a summons from the District Supervisor:

'Bradley, your conduct has given rise to rumors -- and I hope
for your sake they are no more than that -- so unspeakably
distasteful that ... I mean Caesar's wife ... hrump ... that is,
the Department must be above suspicion ... certainly above
such suspicions as you have seemingly aroused. You are
lowering the entire tone of the industry. We are prepared to
accept your immediate resignation.'

The Buyer throws himself on the ground and crawls over to
the D.S. 'No, Boss Man, no ... The Department is my very
lifeline.'

He kisses the D.S.'s hand thrusting his fingers into his mouth
(the D.S. must feel his toothless gums) complaining he has
lost his teeth 'inna thervith.' 'Please Boss Man, I'll wipe your
ass, I'll wash out your dirty condoms, I'll polish your shoes
with the oil on my nose ...'

'Really, this is most distasteful! Have you no pride? I must tell
you I feel a distinct revulsion. I mean there is something,
well, rotten about you, and you smell like a compost heap.'
He put a scented handkerchief in front of his face. 'I must ask
you to leave this office at once.'

'I'll do anything, Boss, anything.' His ravaged green face splits
in a horrible smile. 'I'm still young, Boss, and I'm pretty strong
when I get my blood up.'

The D.S. retches into his handkerchief and points to the door
with a limp hand. The Buyer stands up looking at the D.S.
dreamily. His body begins to dip like a dowser's wand. He
flows forward ...

'No! No!' screams the D.S.

'Schlup ... schlup schlup.' An hour later they find the Buyer on
the nod in the D.S.'s chair. The D.S. has disappeared without
a trace.

The Judge : 'Everything indicates that you have, in some
unspeakable manner uh ... assimilated the District Supervisor.
Unfortunately there is no proof. I would recommend that you
be confined or more accurately contained in some institution,
but I know of no place suitable for a man of your caliber. I
must reluctantly order your release.'

'That one should stand in an aquarium,' says the arresting
officer.

The Buyer spreads terror throughout the industry. Junkies and
agents disappear. Like a vampire bat he gives off a narcotic
effluvium, a dank green mist that anesthizes his victioms and
renders them helpless in his enveloping presence. And once
he has scored he holes up for several days like a gorged boa
constrictor. Finally he is caught in the act of digesting the
Narcotics Commissioner and destroyed with a flame thrower
-- the court of inquiry ruling that such means were justified
in that the Buyer had lost his human citizenship and was, in
consequence, a creature without species and a menace to the
narcotics industry on all levels.

-WSB