KOZMIC BLUES
by Alessandro Manzetti“Give me something strong.”
The barman of The Croix Inversée prepares the transparent polyplastic cylinder, carefully brushing its rim with his special slush of Amphetamine S, and then pours the synthetic tequila all the way to the brim. As a final touch, he throws in a frozen slice of Nova Scotia lemon, full of parasites, letting it fall into the cylinder where it floats, then sinks like a submerged mine in the waters of old Normandy. This mix of things is called “yellow hail”; the microscopic eggs of the parasites clinging to the lemon pulp contain toxins that, in small doses, can f**k up your brain for a week.
The sweet little animals with their darting tails have transformed the lemons into delicious psychotropic fruits, very fashionable in South P
