INTRODUCTION

This is a “Just Desserts” story.

Horror fiction is a great way of getting even. I've been a rock fan since a summer night in 1955 when I first heard Chuck Berry's "Maybellene." Decades later I was reading a series of interviews with some of the originators of rock and how they were ripped off by dj's, record companies, and promoters—sometimes all wrapped up in a single slimy individual. I decided to get even for them.

Figuratively, of course.

And with tongue set firmly in cheek.