Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Queen Street West, first sunshine.

Caucasian male, late 40s-early 50s, wearing beige pants, loose around the waist, a crumpled plaid dress shirt and blue cotton jacket. The sign reads "Out of Home and Work". He sits cross-legged, his pet rat running around his lap and shoulders.

Grift Sense, James Swain (Ballantine)

Page 101:

During his twenty years working the casinos in Atlantic City, he had kept a profile of every hustler he'd ever come into contact with, jotting down their patterns, habits, vices, and idiosyncrasies. A hustler might change his appearance, he reasoned, but he could never change who he was.

The rat runs over his fingers, in between, rolling, easy, like poker chips, the sensation of felt grazing his wrist.

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