Thing no.41: Palm-Pilot


With new friends in a bar near the World Trade Centre, playing pool till the morning against the locals, the music is loud and the beer is strong. Next day, with a heavy head, I realise that my bag (left by the bar when I was playing pool) is lighter than it should be. I find the bar but the solid steel door is padlocked.

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