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217 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1999
...he struggled to get back on his feet, slipping and falling repeatedly as Charlie stood watching. He finally managed to to get up on his hands and knees. The car was only seven or eight feet away.
"You gonna make it?"
"Fuck yes, I"m gonna make it. Don't tell anybody you saw me do this", he said, and he crawled on all fours to the door. He pulled it open, leaned his head and shoulders in, and began spewing nine hours' worth of booze and bar snacks onto the floor of the passenger side.
"For Christ's sake, Pete, do it in the snow, not in the fucking Lincoln!"
Pete stopped for a moment, looked blearily up at Charlie, wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his coat, and then resumed puking copiously into the wheel well.