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WE CROSSED the Triboro from the Queens side. Worked our way to the junkyard. Hours yet until we had to meet Wesley- I wasn't going to wait in a bar.

I shoved a cassette into the tape player, jamming the bass as high as it would go for Max. He put his fingertips on the speaker on his side of the car.

Judy Henske. "High Flying Bird." And "God Bless the Child." I wondered if they let torch singers into heaven- I couldn't see Henske in a choir.

Sonny Boy Williamson. "T.B. Blues."

The sky looks different from the gutter.

Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys. I'd forgotten he was on the tape. Just a bar singer's voice, but his dark-side poetry was diamonds shining through blood. The Texas Tower song- Kinky's ode to America 's favorite sniper, Charles Whitman.

There was a rumor

About a tumor

Nestled at the base of his brain

Maybe the Mole knew.


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