Tinyman walked through the empty hotel lobby. Rusty played on the piano and sang. I didn't know what I was doing in Seattle.

Time ticked on a grandfather clock. A traveling salesman walked through the lobby and got into the elevator and went up to his room and did obscene things to the Gideot Bible.

I saw Tinyman, drunk on Buttermilk Sours, walk over to Rusty, only to trip and bang his head on the piano.

The secret service guy looked somewhat disgusted and embarrassed.

Rusty howled with laughter and launched into a barely recognizable version of "Roll Back The Welfare."

I went back up to my room.