Jan 25, 2012
It’s all about real estate. Land, that is, as Tracker goes undercover to uncover where the boundaries lie that separate the have’s from everyone else in Nountown. He finds Pat Dab, a baleful broker of square footage with his boy-size fingers on the pulse of the local leases, licenses and liens. Tracker’s guise is a need for retail space, which is sure to result in a tour of properties. Pat passes him to his trusted peon, Flip Gap. Gap licks his little lips in anticipation of a juicy deal, but Tracker plays him like a fife and then gives him the slip. Thank Dab, it’s Friday. In this case, Friday is who, not when. You’ll see, if you hear this.