Dr. Spew's final years
The inconvenience of being a wanted Man weighed on Doc Spew in his waning years. Ever shabbier offices and it was even harder to score meds. He often times resorted to home invasion to raid medicine cabinets. Any medical practice he started up was funded by the meth lab he always kept going somewhere in the area, on some property that did not belong to him. But he knew time was getting short. He was a wreck. A grey Man, thin and at the same time, swollen in random areas. Puffing face, yet with sunken cheekbones. He had somehow reached the age of 83. It was looking really bleak, Spew was reduced for two weeks to dumpster diving for food. Collecting many bottles thrown out of cars by drunken teens with a little backwash left. Collect it, get a phlegm flavored buzz. But then, wonder of wonders. The Gerald Ellon administration banned abortion! Backdoor clinics became a way of making cash. You don't have to pay for advertising, you better not. It's all word of mouth. The problem was, Doc Spew was low on cash, real damn low. He couldn't rent anything. So he set up a cardboard booth with a cardboard back room. The set-up cost him forty bucks in tape, big sheets of cardboard and such. It was foldable. So he could take it to different locations around town, and better yet. So he would be harder to catch. In crude oversized black magic marker he scribbled, "Abortions, forty dollars, no appointment needed". Spew sat in a rusted out folding chair smoking cigarettes between coughing jags that had him wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Most of the licensed docs had fled the country at this point with fear of citizens forming mobs with torches and pitchforks to kill them in the streets. Desperation may put some coffee in his cup and some pills down this throat. Desperation in his only hope and it pays off. A bloated lady waddles into the back booth after paying up the money. The doc had a flat length of wood laid over saw horses for a surgical table. He pumped a mix of raid ant and roach killer, bleach, gateraid fermented in his own urine, and less savory fluids up her vagina and he hoped for the best. She may not be able to find him if or when things go wrong and hey, it was just forty bucks what do you expect?