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"
Not
worth
the
aggravation
.
Too
many
jurisdictional
issues
,
and
there
are
only
so
many
strings
we
can
pull
in
a
morning
.
We
have
plenty
of
time
.
Just
get
back
here
.
I
’
ve
got
my
hands
full
at
this
end
trying
to
organize
the
policy
meeting
.
"
"
Trouble
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
pissing
contest
.
I
’
ve
proposed
that
we
have
it
out
here
.
The
techies
want
it
in
Austin
,
or
maybe
San
Jose
,
the
players
want
it
in
Hollywood
,
the
intangibles
want
it
on
Wall
Street
.
Everybody
wants
it
in
their
own
back
yard
.
Nobody
’
s
going
to
give
.
"
"
You
need
me
to
do
anything
?
"
"
Not
yet
.
I
’
ll
growl
at
some
of
them
,
stroke
others
.
You
know
the
routine
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
Carry
on
,
Town
.
"
The
connection
is
broken
.
Town
thinks
he
should
have
had
a
SWAT
team
to
pick
off
that
fucking
Winnebago
,
or
land
-
mines
on
the
road
,
or
a
tactical
friggin
’
nukuler
device
,
that
would
have
showed
those
bastards
they
meant
business
.
It
was
like
Mr
.
World
had
once
said
to
him
,
We
are
writing
the
future
in
Letters
of
Fire
,
and
Mr
.
Town
thinks
that
Jesus
Christ
if
he
doesn
’
t
piss
now
he
’
ll
lose
a
kidney
,
it
’
ll
just
burst
,
and
it
was
like
his
pop
had
said
when
they
were
on
long
journeys
,
when
Town
was
a
kid
,
out
on
the
interstate
,
his
pop
would
always
say
,
"
My
back
teeth
are
afloat
,
"
and
Mr
.
Town
could
hear
that
voice
even
now
,
that
sharp
Yankee
accent
saying
,
"
I
got
to
take
a
leak
soon
.
My
back
teeth
are
afloat
"
…
