By evening, Dave's hangover was gone and he could again see the ghosts passing by and reliving their death over and over again. Again, touching someone or something, he could find out the whole history of the object under study, but with a sober mind, the writer learned at least a little to control his gift. Also, passing by the flowerbed, he saw how the flowers became curly and toothy monsters, a flock of pigeons flew over him, which seemed to be small winged demons, the janitor cleaned the bloody insides with a pitchfork, the phone on which the passerby was talking came to life and ate his ear. That...