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           IntheofficeofthePressmanHotel,IaskedthehotelmanagerifIcouldusehisphone, andIdialedthenumberforthecitydeskatthenewspaper. Withthehotelmanagerwatching,Isaid: 

           Hello,Isaid,I’vecommittedaterriblecrimeagainsthumanityaspartofapoliticalprotest. Myprotestisovertheexploitationofworkersintheserviceindustry. 

           IfIwenttoprison,Iwouldn’tbejustanunbalancedpeondiddlinginthesoup. Thiswouldhaveheroicscale. 

           RobinHoodWaiterChampionsHave-Nots. 

           Thiswouldbeaboutalotmorethanonehotelandonewaiter. 

           ThemanagerofthePressmanHotelverygentlytookthereceiveroutofmyhand. Themanagersaidhedidn’twantmeworkinghereanymore,notthewayIlookednow. 

           I’mstandingattheheadofthemanager’sdeskwhenIsay,what? 

           Youdon’tliketheideaofthird 

           Andwithoutflinching,stilllookingatthemanager,Iroundhousethefistatthecentrifugalforceendofmyarm andslamfreshbloodoutofthecrackedscabsinmynose. 

           Fornoreasonatall,IrememberthenightTylerandIhadourfirstfight. Iwantyoutohitmeashardasyoucan. 

           Thisisn’tsuchahardpunch. Ipunchmyself,again. Itjustlooksgood,alltheblood,butIthrowmyselfbackagainstthewalltomakeaterriblenoise andbreakthepaintingthathangsthere.