The drive-in movies, for some inexplicable reason, played at night and all night. Emotionally, mentally, man, he was some kind of wreck. Like everyone else, he hadn’t aged a day in all the time he had been there. Those who lived beneath this hole in the sky in the Orbit Drivein called it God’s Asshole. When you piled fresh stuff on the old stuff, it stuck. The stuff, the god turds, was finally shoveled with makeshift scoopers made of car hoods, deposited up against the drive-in fence to reinforce it. The eaters grabbed their bellies and screamed, and they were outta there.įor awhile their bodies lay stacked by the drive-in fence, ready to go. Some thought it edible, because once upon a time it had rained chocolate almonds and such, but this wasn’t chocolate almonds. They all lived in the great Orbit Drive-in beneath a hole in the sky that swirled with shadows and on occasion squeezed out, sphincter-style, dark sticky goo. In which the Great Jack, during a hypoglycemic high, ponders the universe beneath God’s asshole while writing The Drive-in Bible and contemplating a journey by school bus. In all other respects, any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.ī Table of ContentsĪbout the Author THE DRIVE-IN 3 The Bus Tour Fade-in Prologue Where real-life historical figures appear, the situations and dialogues concerning those persons are fictional and are not intended to depict actual events within the fictional confines of the story. All incidents and all characters are fictionalized, with the exception that well-known historical and public figures are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.

The drive in by joe lansdale