" "Brad knows an Art Director at So and So magazine and he is going to get me in."And then one night she didn't come home. When she dashed in the next...day she looked guilty as hell and couldn't meet his eyes. "The shoot last night ran late so I crashed on Brad's couch. Got to run. See you tonight." She grabbed some clothes and then was gone.That night she fucked him damned near blind, but there was an elephant in the room that they both pretended they didn't see. Things were strained between. That he was waving his arms around and screaming was not encouraging.I got his attention, then asked, "Betting on a street is three consecutive numbers, right? Like 1, 2, 3." Yeah." Do they all pay the same? Does it matter which one the ball lands on?"Looking at me like I was stupid, he answered, "Of course not."#1: I asked him, "What does it pay?"But he'd lost interest in talking to an ignorant non-gambler.#3: #2: I turned to my neighbor on the other side, got her attention, and asked, "A. By the time he had Tehachapi in sight, Patrick had his mind made up. There had to be a woman willing to give her services in exchange for eats and a bed.After tying Jenny up out front, Patrick sidled up to the bar at Whitehorse's. Of the dozen or so customers, Patrick was undoubtedly the rangiest. He wore a dirt packed fleece lined coat his pa traded off a prospector so long ago Patrick couldn't remember his pa without it. With a full head of matted, dark brown hair hanging to his shoulders,. As much as we love this house and all its memories, good and bad, it's not well placed for long term living without stores and power. Those will not last forever. When I last had work, the estimate was a ninety-nine percent casualty rate. The television seems to be on automatic since yesterday and there had been no reports of cures and many reports of most everyone dying. I am afraid the estimate is correct. If that's true, there will be only three million or so people left soon. The country.