Laundry done, apartment cleaned, errands ran. It's Friday night and I am headed to the dive bars. It's the first of the month and all the government checks have gone out which means society's fringe dwellers will be out as well. I remember one greasy old guy showing off his Krugerrands to me. He looked like he had been dressed out of a Goodwill grab bag and hadn't shaved in three days. He told me he just got in to town after a Greyhound bus trip from Denver. I was wondering if there was anybody in Denver laying dead in a pool of their own blood with their Krugerrands gone.