Biglerbiff.com (excerpts from a manuscript left in a bus station in Milwaukee, circa 1979)

The slurpy bubbling of the water-pipe warned Phil-Phil that yet another bolus of rag-weed was disappearing into the maw of the slobering dope-hound next door...

He had indeed found Bugler - that fetid freeloader was indeed imbibing the disgusting wax-weed. Even though  Phil-Phil had witnessed Bugler's steady descent into unmentionable depravity, the new low reached during this midnight encounter shocked even Phil-Phil's jaded senses with unimagined extremes of rampant excess....

As he watched, Bugler strained to remove the bong (now emptied of Wax-Dope) from his grasping prehensile lips, while they pulled all the harder at the plastic rim, struggling to extract the last vestiges of tarry smoke even as their master attempted to end his ilicit comsumption...

Suddenly, without warning, in a vast explosion of insane intensity, the enormous mass of sinew and muscle, fist-shaped hurtled at blinding speed for the litso of Bugler. Bugler's mouth opened like a slobbering insect, whipping drool in a circle, and his beady eyes literally leapt from their wide-open sockets as the sight of the monster fist even now fiercely cleaving the atmosphere in a breakneck path directly for his livid face. Bugler strained to clear his pointy head from the deadly impact zone, neck sinews twisting and twanging like damp guitar strings, finally even whipping the whole of the puny Bugler-body itself  over to one side in a desperate attempt to avoid the powerful speeding flesh mallet, scarce even able to fit into a metal bucket, and destined in its cruise-missile like path for one target only - the middle of the pudgy Bugler-pus...

But even as Bugler jerked back in headlong flight, so was he jerked even harder to the brutal connection of hardened hand-flesh with the soft putty-tissue which formerly had hung so lankly from his face-bones, but now quivered with a frisky intensity...

As the lights of the city receded in the distance, Bugler knew that the punchfest had only just barely even begun for him and his battered soul-mates.