Chapter 1Hunched over the typewriter, Jerry pounded away, trying to finish a paper that was due tomorrow. He’d done Riki’s first. After all, his roommate had given him ten dollars to do it. At first, he hadn’t wanted to. Oh, what the hell. If the guy failed a class this time, he said he was off to the military and probably next to Vietnam. Jerry couldn’t wish that on anybody, although some of his old classmates at Piney Ridge High had gone in right after they graduated. Still, two had already been killed. He figured it must be hell over there.
Across the room, Riki strummed his guitar, although Jerry could see he wasn’t really into it.
“Let’s get outta here,” Riki said, all at once. “I ain’t sitting in this shitpit room another minute. I hear there’s a bar in that classy hotel across the
