On a dare, Gian Carlo Spallanzini set out to discover the deepest darkest secret of a person picked at random. He had no idea what he was getting into. Even a fat, bearded know-it-all ought to know better than to leap before you look. Add a crystal ball, a foul-mouthed parrot, and an cranky atheist talk show host and you'll never guess the outrageous mystery behind the orange car with stripes.
I actually knew this Spallanzini guy, but that's not too surprising. Everyone who lives or works in Pink City pretty much knows everybody else who lives or works there too. It's not even a city; it's more like a prefabricated community that practically popped out of a kit. I'm sure there's a Green City too, and a Yellow one and a Blue one; probably all of them are around here somewhere. I don't know for sure because I don't get out muc...