There is a man who lives around the city somewhere. He rides a scooter.
Almost every night, after midnight, this man drives down my street and passes my house on his way to his destination.
I do not know where he comes from.
I do not know where he is going.
But I am going to find out.
This begins the chronicle of The Scooter Man.
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