I had just started going over the daily double at Aqueduct when i heard someone knocking on my passenger-side window. I looked up and saw a short fat guy smiling at me. At first, i had no idea who he was, then he started to look familiar. He had dark eyebrows and a big mole on his chin. His eyes were bloodshot, like he was drunk, but maybe it was because he was squinting against the cold wind. He was wearing one of those black wool winter hats that can make anyone look like a mental patient.
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Jason Starr
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