"Flattery and a dime will get you a cup of coffee at the corner diner, Milton."
"Jakey, listen. I'm in trouble. I need your help."
I exhaled. I didn't want to get involved in this. But regardless of the passage of time I considered this man a friend once. A flawed, overbearing schmuck of a friend, but a friend nonetheless.
"Where are you, Milton?" I asked in an irritated tone.
"Silver Sun Motel. Downtown Garden Grove. Room 13."
"How lucky," I said sarcastically. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Thanks, Jakey. I knew I could rely on you."
Frenchie about 3 years ago
''A flawed, overbearing schmuck of a friend, but a friend nonetheless.'', hahaha, I liked that.