DAWN IN ATASCADERO IS LIKE A PICTURE POSTCARD. TEAM/BIGKOOK spent

the night in a Caltrans rest stop just east of the facility housing our

BIGKOOK. It was day break, with an orange sky present in the east.

The "Great White Van" roared into action, San Diego coroners Office"

written in black paint gave it an official look. As Grunion stepped in he

said, "I have a great idea for us and BIGKOOK." On the way to the State Mental

Hospital for visiting hours, they devised a method to reclaim BIGKOOK from

his unnatural environment. The white van entered the parking area,

stopping adjacent to the blue trash bin, pulling the emergency brake,

and walked to the entrance. Grunion said, "Here take these, when we get to

BIGKOOK'S ward put them on." He passed among the TEAM light

green emergency room garments. They walked into Ward 18, over

to bed 24 where BIGKOOK sat on the edge of his cot, clutching

his Thorazine cooler with a Stelazine floater, smooth, staring

lucidly out the window. "BIGKOOK, Bro, what's happening?

BIGKOOK looked up just as Sea Cucumber shot him with a spray

of chloroform. BIGKOOK immediately fell back on his cot, unconscious.

That was Sluggo's cue, wheeling in the huge laundry bin

over to 'KOOK'S Army cot, dumped the motionless 'KOOK

into the container, pushed him through the doors, down the hall and

into the parking lot, stopping beside a blue trash bin.

Sluggo and Sea Cucumber pulled 'KOOK from the thick canvas

guerny, placing him gently into the van, loaded up and speed-shifted

out of there. "I don't think THEBIGKOOK's gonna like what he reads

about Jorge Bush wanting to give the Work Progam hombres

the gold mine and giving us the shaft.

TUBESTEAK/MEA.CULPA