erika, got it, babe. (Actually, I already had it, but nice to confirm.)

I get to do the "that little thing is fucking me up?" all over again shortly (assuming they get this $%%#@^% insurance stuff straightened out PDQ); little white flecks this time, the ms lesions.

Turns out some of the really tiny ones? Really are there just because I'm pushing the half-century mark. Not the big clusters, though.

More fic...Vamp!Munch POV

I knew something was up when she wouldn't kiss me that night. I never thought I'd be into that, but, somehow, one touch of her chilly lips...and my life, or my unlife, wasn't my own. I tried to nuzzle her, but she pulled away...the only thing that surprised me was how quickly it happened, and without the fighting and volcanic make-up sex. Which seemed like kind of a rip-off, if you want to know the truth. "The restaurant is closed...it's time to learn to hunt."

Words every uncoordinated Jewish boy lives for. "Couldn't I just talk them to death? You know I'm good...with my mouth."

"Don't distract me. Now, around here, you have two choices tonight...a gas station attendant, and..."

"The other one," I said. "I'm not about to feed off some poor working stiff, you should pardon the expression, who's already getting chewed up by the monster of Capitalism...it's just not right. Being a vampire won't make me abandon my principles. You'll just have to deal with it, babe."
There were times when this didn't live up to my fantasy. And I halfway expected to be behind a desk in the City of the Broken-Hearted next Monday...wonder if Gee would tint the windows.

Go Munch, with the workingman Vamp!hero thing!

I want to know who the other choice was - tell me it was Larry Ellison or Bill Gates?

I just have the feeling that's what he would do...not that he wouldn't like chewing up rich guys.

"A working cclass vampire is something to beeeeee."

You just know John Lennon's acoustic version of that song (as opposed to Marianne Faithfull's, which is also fun) is either Munch's theme song or close to it.

Especially "They'll hate you if you're clever/ and despise a fool."(He may find that gets tested later...I understand that the urge to...well, suck, can be quite beyond control, sometimes.)

They'll feed you religion and fear and TV.......

Damn. I miss Lennon, badly, sometimes.

wrod. Munch has both versions, who are we kidding? Who wouldn't have two copies of their Mission In Life?(for those fortunate to find it, that is)

So, if you were Munch - a fic question.

Would he be more likely to go around biting rich Republican types? Or would he want to create an army of pissed off working class vamps, to help him nail the Man?

(laughs) A question for the ages, my friend. but one that would only make sense to, you know, us.