e—me ‘n’ Scott—didn’t get to travel much this summer, though much of Dirk’s travelling will be woven in as soon as he comes upstairs to write. Not to say, though, that a lot didn’t go into this novel. Well, right now, Dirk & Scott are down in the atrium of Scott’s nice new Chicago apartment. They are down there with Kitty (sic), Maria Papa, a nice neighbor, and someone else. It is nice here in Scott’s apartment, where, I mean, in which Dirk will soon write about how we drove from Cincinnati to Reno without stopping, and what Scott had in his briefcase. It will be cool, kind of like Pulp Fiction.

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