Leroy 6

Jason ran my motorcycle out of gas and left it in a parking lot. I’ll get even with him later. I talked to Stewart Swain, and he was just worried I drink too much. He’s a good guy. Last night we stayed late at the shop, working on one of his books. Jason showed up with a case of beer. I woke up this morning sleeping on a graphics table. When I looked in the mirror, I had ISBN barcodes printed all over my face. Jason ran when he saw me.