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magick is a given, and its fruits are everywhere. And while I don't have any new, improved powers—I can't fap my arms and fy, I can't shoot freballs out my ass—the magick I always knew I had is appreciated here, and that is SO GRATIFYING. Every day, I can hardly believe it.
        I mean, sure, I work in a Mexican restaurant; and sure, I sometimes have to moonlight as an artist's model. But there's never BEEN a restaurant like the Emerald Burrito; and you haven't LIVED till you've posed nekkid for a roomful of sweaty munchkin artistes.
        Fact is, everybody in Oz has got some kind of job, even if it means farming goomer cream (yeesh). I could even live with that, as long as I had wildness in my life. You get a spark that's called a soul, you wanna believe that it's worth something. And it is. It truly is. At least in Oz.
        And here I am.
        So I guess I'll just stop agonizing, and wait for Gene to come. Maybe he'll like what I'm writing enough to think it's worth smuggling back. It doesn't have to be Jack Kerouak, Jr.'s On the Yello w Brick Road; I'll just call 'em as I sees 'em, and let posterity sort i t out.
        At the very least, we're gonna have some fun. This is one vacation he'll never forget.
        (Okay, Quilla. That's it for tonight. I'm gonna blow out the candles.)
        And, piggels?
        GOOD NIGHT!!!

FROM THE FILES OF
    GENE SPEILMAN

    3/14/07

    That guy was right about the laptop.
    OH HO oh HO OH HO!!!! Lovely to see you, how do you do?
        Shut the fuck up, will you, I'm trying to write! I swear to God, I'll turn you off.
        I'm typing this by the glow of the screen, down at the bottom of a sea of stars, the only sounds an occasional pop! from the crimson embers of the dying campfre, and the strange fanged chirping of the local crickets. There's a heady scent in the air, some strange local herbal melange, and multicolored frefies are practicing fgureeights off in the deep, dark Ozian night.
        I should be asleep, but I'm still a little wound up. A drink would help, but nobody around here seems to have any booze, and I neglected to pack another bottle. Figures Ralph is in a twelve-step program, and I get the feeling Nick doesn't drink. Wine. Probably kill him. A little would go a long way, that's for sure.
        But I'm getting ahead of myself.
        Maybe committing the day's events to hard-drive will help. I guess I should start at the beginning:
    aginning, taginning, hooray!!!!
    Stop it, please.
         At seven-ffteen this morning, in Salina, on another planet far far away, I said goodbye to my Galaxie, socking it away in a gargantuan long-term parking lot. I grabbed my backpack out of the trunk, and walked away. The rule is, if you don't come back for the car in a year and a half, it belongs to the government. Simple. Otherwise, the rates
    are pretty reasonable.
        Next I wandered over to the U.S. Customs building, which was not hard to fnd; it was a monstrous construct easily as big as the rest of the town.
        I walked up a long marble stairway leading to a single tall door in the center of the building. Pushing the door open, I found myself in a claustrophobic little waiting room, like in a dentist's offce. It seemed a strange thing to fnd inside this huge building, like Dr. Who's phonebooth in reverse.
        A plump little woman with glasses sat behind a little window with a door next to it. "May I help you?" she asked, without looking up from her paperwork.
        "Yes," I said, "My acceptance letter says to show up here—today!" I smiled, but no return smile was forthcoming as she reached for my papers.
        "Have a seat over there," the lady said, indicating a row of uncomfortable-looking chairs against the wall.
        I sighed and sat down, plunking down the knapsack next to me. There were some eight-month-old, dog-eared magazines on a table next to the chairs. I picked one up at random and leafed through it,

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