I suggest that if I were to be sucked up into the belly of the whale and there was an art show going on in there, this would be it.
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