The woman with the switchblade stepped from the shadows. "Gimme your wallets or- urrrgh..."
Jason tucked the spray bottle away and stepped over the snoring body that blocked the alley exit.
"What was that?" I asked.
In answer, Jason pulled open his coat. A small plastic bag was attached to his side, a cannula poking through his shirt.
"You sprayed... a colostomy bag?"
"No." Jason dropped his coat. "Concentrated sleep drainage. I don't need it anymore."
"I thought you went crazy if you got no sleep?"
He shrugged. "I supplement it in my diet. Cicadas, sloths, that sort of thing."
The Buddha in the Attic
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