Santa Monica, California – RevengeThe chubby guy was sitting in the driving seat of the red sports car parked at the side of the dirt track, keeping one eye on the digital clock on the car’s dashboard, and slowly blowing into the plastic bag which had held his high calorie snack, by now almost fully digested. He rolled it up slightly and, holding the upper part tightly closed with his right fist, continued inflating it. When it was at its maximum, he sealed the opening with a series of rapid twists at the bottom, leaving it full of air. He held the sort of improvised balloon close to the left ear of his crony, who was stretched out fast asleep in the passenger seat and, without taking his gaze off the clock, waited without moving. Less than a dozen seconds went by and the four digits on th
