It was Rick
at the door. Two am. "Hi Jessie. I made this for you."
Texas
Fried Blues the label read. "Hey, man, I appreciate it. Thanks."
"It's got some kick-ass stuff.
I think you'll like it."
Rick was a war vet. He couldn't
sleep most nights so he made mixed tapes and gave them to his friends.
"I'll play it this
weekend."
He grimaced. "Really? How about
now?"
I looked at him, tall and thin and burned
out. Haunted eyes sunk deep in their sockets. Stale sweat emanating.
"Good idea." I led him to
the couch."Let's have a listen."
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