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Through the bipolar wormhole into harbor.

It was three a.m., and I was sitting outside the Omni Hotel in Los Angeles, racking my brains for another way to force their security to call the police. I’d already tried bellowing, assaulting a bus-stop, and faking a mid-road heart-attack. An idea struck me. I grabbed a luggage trolley, and trundled it towards my car. Sure enough, the weasel-faced head goon blocked my path; when I ran kept going, running the cart into him, all three guards launched at me. I slammed my fist into weasel...