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Mr. Jack - Chapter Four

	The track clack played over in my head and I sensed
the motion of the car and the sway of the coupling and I
felt myself gliding towards New York City to the life and
woman I loved.
	But I wasn't in motion and it was hot and I lay there
stiff and I had a headache. I opened my eyes. I was off the
train and in the control room. 
	I rolled over and propped myself up on my elbows. I
looked around at all the shit I had to do to get this room
in order. Fix the window, scrape the pigeon shit off the
floor... I was so goddamn tired I could have lain there all
day except I also had to get a bed. Yet before I did any of
it, I needed a cup of coffee.
	I opened the door to get a cross-air shit thing
happening as Jimmy advised. Then I leaned out the window
and looked out over the back-end of the Lower East Side and
felt the heat coming off the city and I hacked up a wad of
phlegm and spat it out the window.
	I listened for the splat below, but before it landed a
voice behind me asked, "How's it going?" 
	I turned around and saw this guy standing there. He
was in his late twenties and wore a gray long sleeve t-shirt

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