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"OK, that porch is where the local electric guitar sound polluters try to destroy their neighbor's windows with decibels. Guitar players attract girls. Girls bring boys. Boys eat ice cream. Play guitar?" "Actually, yes." Marcus was surprised that this had value. "Don't get in a backup situation, but do a gig and blow their little minds - gig blown minds buy quarts and gallons, maybe even a tub." Billy looked up and down every single road that was passed but not entered. He instructed, "Watch for the pizza car. Pizza parties never turn down ice cream. Ask about teen parties. Put them in this book." The book already had entries that did not look at all like Billy's handwriting. Marcus was about to inquire but that but was broken off by, "OK Let's do the schools." Marcus, already drilled in the layout, headed toward school number one. "When school gets out, do not do the 'she was first' thing! Ask who wants a gallon of chocolate? Sell them. Sell gallons first. Then, who wants a quart. A pint, a whatever. But stop at the packed ice cream and top line flavors. Now you say 'Kids I'll be right back.', and leave!" "Leave? Why?" "You leave. Go on to the next school. Same thing. Get the hell out of there before the Humor man sees you, or he will bolt to the next one. Leave HIM with all the ices." "The next school gets out exactly 15 minutes after this one. Don't dally, but don't run a kid down either. Keep the clock in your head but keep your eyes open." An elegant choreographed dance of ice cream truck and school closing times, baseball schedules and teen events unfolded. Baseball cards were disclosed as bribes for certain select crafty children to delay the Humor man by flagging, eating then running into the house for the rest of the money. There were all sorts of gimmicks to