ATDDTA(10) It's A Moon-Chaste Sky [272:17-18]

[mikebailey at speakeasy.net]

Okay, maybe they aren't sleeping at home.
Maybe they are really sleeping on a pile of slag.
After all, they are still living the vida loca.
If they can fuck on the 4 Corners, certainly they
can sleep al fresco.

I had them still in the house where the marmot fell on 
the roof, but they may have moved on:
he's suspicious the Company is trying to kill him.

As a credentialed badman, he'd know enough not
to stay at an address They would surely know.

That makes more sense.  Then the darkness and slag 
are physically present.  Then the face he doesn't see
is his image of Lake, and the awareness that dawns on him
of a reckless expenditure of energy, a sacrifice on her
part, is unpleasant to him as the stirring of conscience.