,,,Y I ,A\" It was always slow in Albuquerque on Tuesday nights, but tonight was worse than usual. Man, it was dead, Seeth Ransom fumed. He couldn t even find a stray cat to kick around. So he was forced to fall back on the old standby of giving passing motorists the finger and smirking as they pretended not to notice, speeding up slightly as they hur- ried on past, their eyes fixed unswervingly to the road ahead. The pleasure this provided was decidedly muted, but it was better than nothing. At least the world was compelled to take notice of him. Still, there was no denying the night was dull enough to bore a turtle. He checked the watch he wore high up on his forearm so that his friends wouldn t know he had the slightest interest in what time it was. A little past nine. He consid- ered returning to the apartment, just giving up on the night and crashing til tomorrow. Trouble was, the day would be more boring than the night. Besides which, the place was probably full to overflowing by now. The bed, couch, and kitchen table would be occupied. The Hole filled up fast. If you showed too late you had your choice of
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