by Robin Throne Nick Haupt Simon would have been pleased the way they had cordoned off his body as if it were some important Harlem crime scene when in fact he had simply and finally had his moment where he imbibed more juice and junk than his poor body would allow. Thanks to weevil. His friends knew Simon blamed it all on weevil as he openly, and widely, reported the gratitude toward the homely beetle for getting him out. Out and away from a south he detested more than his m