"This is my life."
"Chill out man, you're making me seasick,"
said Schlitz, and he wasn't lying. He pulled in at the Starlight and
parked. "You're coming with me, and you're not going to leave my sight.
And neither is that bag. Got it?"
But Harrington was far, far down the path by that
point, and he could not possibly have heard his guardian angel's voice,
let alone his own or Thurgood's.
T.S. went inside alone after all, and drank a couple
of double whiskies. He didn't want to bring Fair inside because he
figured that he was now under the power of some cursed hallucinogen.
The bartender Sal asked him how his day was going.
"Let me tell you," Schlitz confided, "there are some mornings when
things just seem to all go right for once. Do you know what I mean?"
Sal said, "Oh, sure."
Thurgood replied, "Well, this morning wasn't one
of those mornings. This morning sucked. This morning was a joke."
He continued, "If some pathetic loser ever wrote my biography, I would
hope to God he didn't include this morning in the story."
During the time that Schlitz was in the bar, which
was less than half an hour, Harrington visited the following alternate
1. Candyland, which looks and feels exactly like the board game, which
was secretly his favorite as a child. He enjoyed this visit thoroughly,
but was forced against his will to visit
2. Blandyland, which was a hellish office setting very similar to
his former place of employment. He wanted to leave it as quickly as
possible to get to the next one,