Mango, a rather small Indian man

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111. The new old bag,

said, "My first night out with a different guy in thirty years!..and what do I get? Another drunk!!"..., just as Weevy passed out with a pitcher of beer still in his hand.

Meanwhile, the storm was still drumming on the rooftop while Mango lounged on the hard plastic benches of the bowling alley, pondering and fingering the ball holes, really trying hard to understand what kind of tool was used to make such perfection, when suddenly...

Something terribly, terribly loud came crashing on the building....Ashes, smoke and debris flew through the air like out of work acrobats, and 99 cent airline flights, and when reality became visible again, there it was again, The Giant, Black Buddha!!