Garlington smiles his mad grin, "Or if there was a Tupperware party in there, these are the people you may meet."
[Part IV, in which there is talk of prostitutes, a frozen bull skull, and eight shots of whiskey]
I ran into Michael Garlington three times in the months after his return from China.
I spotted him buying a bunch of eyeballs soaking in a jar of formaldehyde from a taxidermy shop in the Mission. "I saw things in China I shouldn't speak of involving prostitutes and chickens." He was collecting props and decorations for his new show at Fort Mason and was searching for a cow heart. Later in the butcher shop, he mistakenly tried to show off some of the Chinese he learned to the