But, hey, why not wait till after oh five-thirty? Blown is usually like knocked-up, it doesn’t happen halfway. But maybe the convincing lie I threw at Paco—that I’m a victim of a post-mortem smear campaign by Ranger and/or Bart—isn’t a lie at all. I might do the same thing if I thought a rival within the gang was trying to geek me. Clutching at straws, I know, but sometimes the longest of odds pay off.