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Tall, fleshy, composed, he was wearing an Exxon cap, holding up an I NEED TICKETS sign, talking a brisk line and moving along Poydras Street outside the Super-dome like a man with things to take care of.
"You might be Vice," he suggested when I asked if I could question him while he scalped.
I showed him my identification.
"What the hell, it's legal in Texas," he said, and shouted, "I need tickets!"
"Do you do this for a living?" I asked.
"Me? I'm a commodities broker in Midland, Texas. I came in this morning with a good customer of mine. I just like to trade—buy low, sell high. Let's see those tickets! We kind of do this for kicks. We got here this morning at 11 with no tickets and we've been doubling our money ever since. Show me tickets! It gives me a thrill, that speculative desire. There's a van! We got to hit that van! I got six from a van earlier for $50 each."
The van proved dry. "Need tickets!" Carameros cried. "I'll stand on my head for $100 and a ticket!"
Passing bowlgoers smiled, their pride in their tickets enhanced. "You got one?" a man with a much less contented expression inquired. As smoothly as he had accelerated in pursuit of the van, Carameros modulated his voice to a softer but not surreptitious pitch. "$150," he said.
"Is it a real ticket?" asked the man.
"I've found that people are basically honest," Carameros said, as if buying were his primary concern and selling just a sideline. The man forked over three 50s.