Despite a jumpy gut, I wandered around looking for some place to eat and spotted a familiar Buick in front of a pancake house. Bart waved me over, so I parked it in the booth and grumbled when he asked how I was this morning.
“Couldn’t find a piece last night, huh?”
“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.” And then I just blurted it all out, probably because I was still mad as hell.
“What did the note say?” Bart asked. I fished it out of my pocket and threw it across the table. He read it. “I’m impressed. You were drunk on your ass, but this guy says you got that big c**k up as hard as he’d ever seen.”
“Don’t make fun of me, man. I’d a kicked his head in if I hadn’t been so drunk.”
Bart chuckled. “I’m not making fun of you. I told you, I’m impressed. Big. Hard. That was a compliment f
