2 - OPEN FOR BUSINESS I was sitting back all relaxed and swishing beer from cheek to jowl when I heard pebbles crunching under familiar footsteps. “Mornin’.” “Mornin’,” I nodded back to the massive shape casting a long shadow. It was my neighbor, Chet Baker. Even in the shadows you couldn’t help but recognize Chet Baker. He slowly hunkered himself down on some steps below where I was sitting. “How ‘bout a little wake-and-bake?” Chet passed a lit roach and slipped out a breakfast beer from his overalls. “That’s neighborly,” I appreciatively accepted his offering and quietly pushed the first can of beer behind me. (I figured it was already warm, so it’d still be warm when I got back to it later.) I cracked open the frosty cold one Chet handed me and listened to the excited hiss of foam kissing the oval opening, then I unhinged my lips and released the frothy liquid. “Ahhhhhhh,” I wiped dribbles of the tasty libation with the back of my hand. Taking another s