Then, as he lay in that cramped room for the first time, intending to write an autobiography chronicling his legendary life, he gradually drifted off to sleep, only to find himself transported elsewhere.,He stood there staring at a laundromat across the street for most of the morning, and scribbling in a notebook. He was making his first dollar.,As noon approached and the flow of people on the street began to dwindle, two men in trench coats blocked their path. One of them had his hand tucked into his coat, as if holding something.。