Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

36. HOW'D I GET HERE?

What did I mistake you for when I saw you coming ? some ring-finned swoopy 50's car low on the shocks and dropped in the back ? some T-style jalopy chopped and channeled and ready to race ? or an ancient pick-up truck listing and sad but ready to go ? WELL for the life of me I cannot remember exactly what it was nor the sequence of events which led into it but it wouldn't matter anyway since here I am and there you are together again with nettles and restless and lazy and low - the four new horsemen of this metropolis - and there just aren't any new names I want to hear about nor old ones either - top-down Israeli autos blowing bombs to Heaven's gate with smoldering ruins of all God's manners and all its real estate : and I saw two chickens in the yard a pheasant and a hen ten crescent-minded maidens and a fountain in the glen but only voices echoed back (wherever I could hear) 'what is it that you wanted and what are you doing here?' and nothing made me remember and nothing made me sad for Dismal was the cantankerous foe and everything was bad.