Okay, that made me feel a little better. They were catching on. It was quiet for the next few minutes, and I took in the scenery. A couple seagulls here and there, a car passing by, the smell of salt-spray and the feeling of gravelly pavement below. It was a good Sunday, and I wanted a
nice morning Heineken to kick it off before grabbing a bagel and finishing the jobs I had missed the day before. Then, finally, the last text came in:
“Hope u enjoyed getting ur shit rocked ln 🙂 Tommy knows to look for u when we’re out 🙂“
There it was. The dramatic turn. To be fair, there was actually good reason beyond the usual ‘that prick just left? And isn’t answering me? Fuck him!’ But make no mistake, it was happening either way.
Nick Denardi 