Chapter Two
The Joy Toy
Nathan, plain, ordinary, quiet, didn’t have much going for him. Not much that is, except for one thing – the Joy Toy. But that was enough to make him wildly popular with the chicks, who could never seem to get enough.
Every Tuesday we’d meet for lunch at Del’s. You might know it: a little Coffeshop over on 4th Avenue. We’d always get the same table, way in the back, and they’d let us alone. The waitresses wouldn’t hassle you, cause by the afternoon we practically had the whole place to ourselves. So we’d spend a couple of hours smoking, drinking coffee, mostly talking, you know the sort of thing agents talk about — bookings and venues and clients we once had. That’s how it started the day Sid told us his story. For some reason we were talking about the strangest
