There was no street parking at The Riot Room, damn twenty dollar lot next door, and the only business that would validate your parking was the grade school culinary vocational restaurant, Mary Had a Little Lamb Stew, so every Tuesday after Carmine slogged through another day at the telemarketing office, chewing nicotine gum outside on his smoke breaks, …
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