In the bathroom of the bar, he prepares to swallow the bitter blue pill. Will he ever be able to get back? Or is this *it*?
“Have fun,” V says to Silverhhand standing next to him, ready to take over. Down down down it goes. He feels the big thing all the way to the bottom of the esophagus, riding the walls. Then: gone.
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After the last gig, Silverhhand took out the same colored pill and, listening to Cary [Ronson] play the first chords on his gifted guitar beside him, swallows. The snake has properly eaten its own tail. V returns.
Sunklands 