Toxic Bliss (4)

   
   "Toxic Bliss (4)"
   
   This was not Simon's first mystical rodeo; specifically, the Nordic females were no coyotes, but creatures assisting him in navigation beyond death, past that Sublime Perimeter, where the Otherworld exists--if not being ubiquitously cool and all encompassing, on some levels.  Regardless, Simon followed Frankie, the white coyote with one arctic-blue eye, and another shimmering-sunshine eye farther into the glacial pasture, way atop the equator.
    
SIMON
So, I guess it's not a cockroach and Keith Richards that can survive a nuclear war, but a coyote and Keith Richards.
   
FRANKIE
Be easy on the guy.  Being an addict doesn't mean you can't quit.  Statistics, blah.  The coyote is an anomaly.  After 30 years of heroin for the Rolling Stone, Jack Daniels is like mother's milk to him.
   
SIMON
Is he in touch with the Otherworld?

FRANKIE
Not in my district.  And those blonde angels, them Valkyries for your bravery of endurance--you have friends Simon.  It's just that those without eyes and ears cannot perceive us.

SIMON
Will you help my Dad?
   
FRANKIE
We have been--feeding you the mercy to do so.  Now come on--we should find some mice to pounce on.