Book3:WereMyDreamIs

Richard,bothofwhomhewasfamiliarwith.AfterawhilehegottoknowtheviolinistMr.KaffeeandthesecurityguyBig-Oandwasgiventhejoboftakinginthemohrowndownbytheaudience.Davidwassoonsquattingonthegroundbusilycollegthebillsandthrustiohisbosomforsafe-keeping,whilethrowingthesintoatinboxbeforehimuntilhehadquiteahighpileofthem.Thehesunwassettingandtheimpromptuperformanded,theycalcutedtheirfirstday’stakingsandhappilyfoundthatitwasnotabadhaul.Thefirstthingtheyboughtwiththemoneywascheapwhiskeyandtheheremaiobuymeatandotherfood.Uponleaviore,Jamazsnatchedupabottleofwhiskey,opeandstartedguzzlingdowntheliquor.

    “Hey,oldpal,don’tstartjustyet”saidRichard.“Waittillthemeatiscookedaanddriogether.Won’tthatbemorefun?”Ja