My arms were amputated up to the elbows. But I had a new pair. The old ones were disembodied on a table before me and I found I could still control them a little, though they were developing rigor mortis.

There was a convertible slowly ferrying drunks around town. You could hop on and off wherever, from a bar to your doorstep pretty much. JP was riding it. I saw the car let him out on the sidewalk. He was pretty wasted.