"Alan Dean Foster - Glory Lane" - читать интересную книгу автора (Foster Alan Dean)

straights found punks outrageous, but the poor Mexicans from across the
border simply thought their appearance was hilarious. Better to get beat up
than laughed at.

"It's no big deal," Mangle told him. "They'll be open again by the weekend.
Nollie told me so. They just have to do some spraying in the kitchen."

"They ought to spray the whole building while they're at it. Get us some
privacy." The girls giggled like mad. The brunette winked at him. Maybe
he'd been too harsh on them too fast.
Then he caught a glimpse of their feet. Feet were dead giveaways for
slummers. Both wore designer shoes. They were scuffed and muddy, but it
was obvious they hadn't been picked up at Goodwill or the Salvation Army.
His opinion of them fell back to zero.

Wasn't this the pits? Where the hell was he supposed to go now? Usually
the Fish Hook opened at nine and stayed open until three or until the
owners felt like closing up. It wasn't exactly Greenwich Village or Melrose.
There was petrified gum lining the underside of every table, lumpy
memorials to the days when the Hook had been a college club. But you
could buy a fatburger cheap and this was where the local bands hung out.
The real bands. You came for the camaraderie and the music anyway, not
the food.

He looked around. The street was completely deserted, though the
mindless traffic lights continued their winking regimen for nonexistent
drivers. On-off, on and off, just like his parents and his teachers. Life by
rote. He hated stop lights.

"So, hey, you wanna do something?" Mangle put a possessive arm around
one of the girls. "Get laid?" The girl giggled. If she giggled one more time,
Seeth knew, he was going to punch her out. He had to get away. He shook
his head sharply, staring at the street.

"I don't know how you do it, man." There was admira-tion in Mangle's voice.
"I've seen you walking at five in the morning and you look like you just got
up."

"It's just energy," Seeth replied absently. "I've al-ways had a lot of energy.
Sleeping's the pits. You don't see anything, you don't experience anything.
It's like death."

"Wow." The brunette stared at him out of wide eyes. "That's heavy!"

" 'Heavy'?" Seeth turned away in disgust and strode up the street.

Mangle called out hopefully, "Hey where you goin', Seeth?"

"To blow up a supermarket."