My associate Tommy lives off bananas and cream cheese. Street-sweeper’s his occupation. A mountain bike operation: just two brooms and his bike. Riding no-hands, he averages at least a gallon of debris every week.
He sliced his right index finger arguing with a ceaseless tween. His collarbone hit, he pinched the kid on his testicles (between his legs). An unexpected reminder that rumbling with preteen gangsters never brings anything positive.
Order restored, Tommy put his hand to rest on the kid’s clavicle. One knowing glance and the argument was forgotten before it began. “Let me tell you a bit about John Wayne,” Tommy said. “Wayne was a prominent film actor.”