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"
I
’
m
introducing
him
,
"
said
Tammie
.
I
walked
out
with
her
.
As
we
approached
the
stage
they
saw
us
and
began
screaming
,
cursing
.
Bottles
fell
off
tables
.
There
was
a
fist
fight
.
The
boys
at
the
post
office
would
never
believe
this
.
Tammie
went
out
to
the
mike
.
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
"
she
said
,
"
Henry
Chinaski
couldn
’
t
make
it
tonight
.
.
.
"
There
was
silence
.
Then
she
said
,
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
Henry
Chinaski
!
"
I
walked
on
.
They
jeered
.
I
hadn
’
t
done
anything
yet
.
I
took
the
mike
.
"
Hello
,
this
is
Henry
Chinaski
.
.
.
"
The
place
trembled
with
sound
.
I
didn
’
t
need
to
do
anything
.
They
would
do
it
all
.
But
you
had
to
be
careful
.
Drunk
as
they
were
they
could
immediately
detect
any
false
gesture
,
any
false
word
.
You
could
never
underestimate
an
audience
.
They
had
paid
to
get
in
;
they
had
paid
for
drinks
;
they
intended
to
get
something
and
if
you
didn
’
t
give
it
to
them
they
’
d
run
you
right
into
the
ocean
.
There
was
a
refrigerator
on
stage
.
I
opened
it
.
There
must
have
been
40
bottles
of
beer
in
there
.
I
reached
in
and
got
one
,
twisted
the
cap
off
,
took
a
hit
.
I
needed
that
drink
.
Then
a
man
down
front
hollered
,
"
Hey
,
Chinaski
,
we
:
’
repaying
for
drinks
!
"
It
was
a
fat
guy
in
the
front
row
in
a
mailman
’
s
outfit
.
