The Golden Orange [antikvár]

i The Drinker's Hour"Welcome to The Drinker's Hour!"That's how they introduced their 3:00 a.m. show, those doom jockeys.Still, sometimes they didn't arrive exactly on time. Sometimes they wouldn't perch on the foot of his bed until 3:30 or so, and once they even showed at 4:15. But more often than not, they were ready to open their act within ten minutes, either way, of 3:00 a.m. The Drinker's Hour.Winnie Farlowe's twin phantoms needed about three hours, after which he could once again fall unconscious until mid-moming, thereby screwing up his entire day, making himself feel so rotten he'd start drinking a bit earlier in the afternoon to "right" himself. After which the cycle would repeat.He had dubbed them "Fear" and "Remorse," those winged apparitions, and imagined them as turkey buzzards, black ones with hooked bony beaks, and necks like Ronald Reagan. He'd learned at an A.A. meeting (which his lawyer had forced