‘Bloody hell, am I glad to see you, brother.’ Gene shook my hand hard and patted my back and straight away began talking in long reverberating sentences about how great it was to see his old reliable mate. He gushed with the type of enthusiasm I hadn’t heard since campus days. I grabbed my pack from under the bus. I felt ten feet tall.
‘Let’s cut out of here, what’s the time, quarter past twelve, okay, I said to this German guy I’d meet him for lunch but that was before you called. You… Continue