Maximum Life 

Long before the van rolled up in Colonius that day, Warren Jorgenson was wasted. Now, in the dressing room of the Mesopotamia, he careened drunkenly as though buffeted by a tremendous wind. He had indulged his taste for Kipper's Ale — was…

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