The Nation Chronicles Book One

The wind kicked up along Beechwood Avenue in Seattle's red light district. A paper bag went rolling along the cracked sidewalk: Skipping over Willie LeFray's feet where he stood watching the traffic... thinking. One trick... The right trick... Somebody with money and he could call the night good. Just enough to get a good high... Or enough to get enough shit to get a good high tonight and maybe a good high tomorrow when it all wore off and the jingle jangles set in? … Maybe, he decided. Maybe. Willie stood watching the cars as the paper bag bounded over his feet and tumbled along the avenue.