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"You left home the day after the US pulled
out of Vietnam and President McCarthy
ended the draft, May 6, 1970, right?
Happens to be one of my bench marks. No
more sitting by the mailbox chewing on
your lottery number, right, Mel? Slam goes
the door. Up goes the thumb. Izzovision,
case you’re wondering."

"Izzy, be civil. He is traumatized,"
Sarvaduhka clucked.

"Sure," said Izzy. Now I could see he was
sweating, exhausted, still straddling me
on all fours. His sweat fell into my eyes
and made me blink. I knew which one of us
I was! He said, "I’m Izzy. This guy here
is Mr. Sarvaduhka, the motel mogul. We’re
pleased to make your acquaintance. Now
let’s haul ass back into the vehicle,
because we got a lot of miles to cover
before we hit the launch site, and the
Duke is hot for nooky."




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6. Certain Responsibilities Accrue

"My name is Izzy Molson," he told me over
watery coffee from a machine at a rest
stop outside Amarillo. Sarvaduhka was
looking at magazines. "Some people think
I’m psychic, other people think I’m
psycho, but I’m here to tell you that I’m
just an ordinary Joe with his ear to the
ground. I’m currently employed at the
Gibson plant in Lockport, New York,
setting up tool machines, which I got
because I lied about my medical history,
which you would too if you had a back like
mine, and I’d appreciate it in
consideration of which, if you didn’t
wrestle me quite so vicious next time I do
you a favor."