Starlin’s Questions, My Answers

I’ve been tagged by the inimitable Mark Starlin to answer 11 questions, each one of most dubious character. This, anyway, is what the public knows of the story.

What the public decidedly does not know, and what I am just now revealing, is that Mr. Starlin also contacted me in private to threaten my life if I refused to answer previously mentioned questions of dubious character.

Mr. Starlin has unleashed a war that he will soon regret. For now, though, I will comply.

Time to strategize and mass forces and all that. Sleep lightly, Mr. Starlin. The hounds are coming…and they are hungry

My answers go thusly:

If a cosmic blast of animal-matter rays hit the Earth, turning all humans into animals, what animal would you hope to become, and why?

Raven.

Ravens travel at will between this world and the world of the dead. I need to do the same. The Man With the Silver Dollar Eyes owes me ten one-dollar bills.

He rides a tricycle through the tunnels in my mind. Just beyond my reach. Floppy top hat. Green rain coat. One boot. Rat teeth in his pockets.

As a raven, I’d follow him. I’d take his eyes. Deliver them to the Piano House.

Afterwards I’d stop at the Hangman’s Hole, up near Silver Hound. You know, where Shadow Street and Memory intersect. I’d like to have a drink with Wandering Abner and Accordion Mary. Maybe play a couple…