CHAPTER 35
"What's the deal, Duke? You look awful! I think FEMA's going to declare you a natural disaster area."
"Great, tell 'em to send me some money," he mumbled.
I sat down across from him in the booth. He hadn't invited me, but he didn't kick me out either. He refused to look at me and just kept staring down at the table.
"You're freaking me out, Duke. Tell me what's going on."
He finally looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, "Man, I got problems…"
"That's kind of obvious," I said, gently. "Could you be more specific maybe?"
He gave a slight shake of his head and then laid his forehead down on the table so that he was looking at his shoes. His shoes?
"Wow, I think I know what's wrong," I said. "Someone stole your alligator boots! Did you file a police report?"
I thought I saw
