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“You still there, man?” Mike smiled

“Yeah,” I said “Still here” I sippedit down “Sorry—got a million miles away for a sec”

“No kidding,” said Paul “Gotta be all that shit that’s in the turkey What’s it called?”

“L-tryptophan,” said Carter “Makes you sleepy”

“Always the brainiac,” said Paul with a grin

“Yeah,” I said “Gotta be that”

It wasn’t, and I knew it Didn’t want to ad weird—to put it mildly Cassidy sure as shit didn’t help matters

“Anyway,” said Paul “You down?”

I had no idea what they were talking about

“’Down’?” I asked “Down for what?”

“Fuck,” said Carter “You really were off in space, man”

“Booker’s,” said Mike “We were thinking about getting out of here”

Booker’s was another bar, one that had been a little less willing to look the other hen it came to fakes, so I wasn’t all that fae of scenery

“Yeah?” I asked “I dunno Thinking Iup my drink to show that I had about half of it left

“You serious?” asked Carter “Gang’s all together for the first tiht already?”

Gang was all together, but hanging out with the guys had rown apart Back in the day I would’ve been down for the kind of night they had planned—shots, girls, whatever other wild shit we could get up to But that kind of crap bored the hell out of otten tired of right about the moment I’d turned thirty