Between 3 and 6 o' clock after the nightclubs shut and the night tourists totter to their warm homes, the inhabitants of these after hours bathe in the rays of their Neon King.

They are the heavy rocks left by the tide, the afterthoughts, the cheaters, the veterans, the homeless, the addicts, the alcoholics, the night workers. All drifting in bubbles through the damp dark, ignoring the temptations of the glossy floor, and warming themselves by air vents that smell of burnt batter and...