The Burning Bed or Clactu's Encore

Somewhere, I believe in one of Clactu’s poems, I figured out that the Bonnie Parker Band was in town on July 7^th, 1977 at the Village Night Club. It turns out that the 7^th is Phil’s birthday and he would have been 28 that night. Undoubtedly it was celebrated there and, further, there likely was a 340 on the following two days – Friday the 8^th and Saturday the 9^th. Unfortunately, by this time of the summer, Clack had moved out – albeit temporarily in his mind -and was straining hard to retain some semblance of normalcy. One day, shortly after that, he visited the 340 Club to reinforce his claim on his room. On this particular visit he brought his brother Phil and another guest into the house and they went up to his old room and were “partying” (which is a euphemism of course for smoking non-tobacco products). Well it must have been a pretty good party because after they left Sil came out of his room smelling something burning. Looking into Clack’s room he noticed that the mattress was smoldering and he poured water on it. Subsequently, not wanting to flirt with any lingering burn he took the whole mattress out the front door and deposited it on the sidewalk. Needless to say the next time he saw Chris he would have a stern lecture for him. Sadly, the men in white with the butterfly nets found Chris first and he never again lived at the 340 Club.