Static gave way to late-night rock on WMTL as Eddie fiddled with the radio tuner. Joey Ramone belted out the last few lines of I Wanna be Sedated and there followed the cigarette growl of Jimmy Tu-tone, MTL's resident acid-headed DJ. "Welcome back, cats and kittens! I hope all you kids can take a break from partying to witness a miracle of the cosmos tonight! Drop that beer bong! Drop your stash! Drop Mary Lou's britches! The Wormwood meteor shower will be lighting up your night at just after eleven p.m.! To get you in the mood, here's a little Pink Floyd. This one's called Shine On You Crazy Diamond..."

"No fun for me tonight, Jimmy," Eddie said out loud. "I'll be too busy making minimum wage and freezing my ass off, thank you." He turned on the headlights and dropped the VW into gear. The deliveries on the passenger seat were getting cold.

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Mr. Kleghauser closed the door--either ashamed of the illicit movie playing in the living room or just anxious to get back to watching it. Eddie walked down the cement steps, (for the second time that night--Kleghauser had managed to only place one more order this evening,) and made his way down the uneven cobble path to his waiting VW. It was 11pm and his shift was finally over. Now he could go home and shower off the well-entrenched smell of pork dumplings and Peking Duck. The first thing Eddie did inside the car was to turn off his cell phone. That's it, Happy Happy Shrimp, I'm off the clock!

Jimmy Tu-Tone cackled over the car speakers: "...This is it, kids! The meteor shower has begun! Take your radios outside and check this mother out! Wooohoooo!!!! I've never seen anything like this..." And if Jimmy did half the drugs he says he did, this must really be good. Eddie thought to himself. I should pull over and take a look. But man, I'm tired...