I was in my apartment, staring at a coloring book and my crayons. I began coloring in some picture of a lion. My cellphone rang. It was Castellani. He's drunk, and needs help. He says he's in a hole by the third street. Annoyed, but dutifully, I change, get into my car, and drive 12 miles down to the beach to look for him. I find him, Zima (another
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