It s Techno Night at the Full Moon Club upstairs from Zinnie s East, and Katrina and Rebekah are at Newby s, and now I must vanish. As always, I really don t care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you can get Chapstick to make a tube with some booze in it, I feel sure I don t really want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to blow this joint and go see a man about a midget stripper.
—T.S.
