I get off the Night Bus on Oglethorpe next to the Bait Shop where the cops park and sip their scalding coffee beneath a street lamp to wait for some kid like me to stumble into their purview like a deer from a boxblind, just grazing and willing to answer their questions. The Night Bus giets me there, but only slowly. The coked up Mansons in back had reeked of Pall Malls and cat, I'm afraid that's what I'll smell like.
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