CHAPTER 12A gig in Hell.
Frank had been having a nightmare. There he was alone at a gig without Trevor, which didn’t make any sense, but then dreams rarely made any sense. One million watts of manic music surged and pulsed from the glowing hot walls all around him. Swarthy demons stomped noisily all across the dance floor and swung dangerously from entrails dripping with blood and hanging from the sooty ceiling like thick vines from trees in a jungle. The air in that cavernous hall smelled of smoke, spirits, and burning sulfur. Debonair angels peered inquisitively from lofty heights, their shimmering white robes blemished by the flickering strobe lights from inside the cavern. Funky demons were doing endless backslides to a Shalamar song.
This night you won’t forget
Gonna make this a ni
