“What’s the gate?” boomed Bill Schloss, who boom everything, a remnant from his days as busker for the sideshow attraction Trudie’s Bigg Topp—Entrance restricted to serious students of medical anomalies.
Schloss chomped his unlit cigar,
when he lost Trudie in the divorce. Now all he had was this drive-in, and six girlfriends.
“Early still,” Schloss satisfied himself.”
From Go, Mutants, p. 122
squinted, his whole face crinkling. His skin was crispy brown, his hair ermine white, his nose, his chest, his arms, everything about him big. He was what J!m imagined a movie producer to be, which Schloss had been, as well as writer, director and sometime co-star of such arty fare as Nudie Trudie, the western Nudie Trudie Rides a Horse and science-fiction epic Trudie, Queen of the Nude Planet, left unfinished