THE MAN TURNED AROUND.
I know you.
Buck flashed his big choppy grin.
Your name Frick, right?
Only to people who
know me know me,
the guy said,
reluctantly reaching for Buck’s hand.
Remember me?
Buck said,
like a distant
relative at a reunion.
Buck,
he said,
showing the back of his T-shirt again.
Oh shit, Buck?
Head cocked.
Buck?
Arms wide.
What’s good, man?
Nothing.
Is good.
At all.