WERUCOM GI HAVE DAM HOT TIME --
The Tokyo route, they called it -- the girl, the drinking, the needle -- and even the Americans went for it. Most of them ended in the stockades, gray, rotten husks of men, trembling with the heroin need, or face down in the black canals that lace the city. Like Lonesome Lee almost did. I know. I'm Lee, and the intimate evil of postwar Japan left is mark on me. And on my red-haired love -- as we fled hand in hand from murder.