fig. 239) The kitchen, the bath, and all of the people hate your painting too. "Mike, Mike do something." From somewhere far off an alarm, a klaxxon and several bells can be heard bouncing around. The big firehouse was constructed in the teens. A mule team and 6 drunk ignorants voted to do the job right but it still took three bricklayers a month apiece to even try. Finally after a couple of years they finished up and then the market crashed, "The masons never explain anything." "No they never do." "What," John Lurie is eating his own ghost again. There's some confusion and the waiter returns. CB and MB are next to him. They're talking about the kids when they look and see the smoke. Of course the server arrives with water. He's confused too, "Lemons?" CB say's, "Mike, Mike do something now." The kitchen is hot. The swinging door lets out great white puffs along with the occasional yelp from a frus...