At the end of the room was a claque of rackers, unknown to me.
I asked Max who they were and he told me they were the Eight Balls out of Drunken.
I asked who was behind them.
He said Fast Teddy Feltsom.
I introduced myself to Fast Teddy and showed him a couple steamy kodaks and asked if he knew the bare.
“Yeah” said Teddy, “only she isn’t any Tattle Dale, she’s Mini Soda Katz.
Ran into her at the Brew Tea Coop in Port wine.
She pretended not to know which end of the cue to line up at but by the end of the night she’d put my wallet on a diet.
You get her in your range, you want to count cattle.
She’s always got a story.
You can lay book on that.”