Fish & Chips Part 7

"you gotta name?" the Mexican asked.

"Dicky" he said.

"Nice," as he popped a Moosehead beer and handed it over to him.

"You?"

"Felix," he said calmly.

"Thanks...er, thanks for not shooting me."

"It happens all the time," he said.

"Really," he asked "because of above?"

"Yeah," he said shaking his head, "It's always about above."

Hey!!" Felix sparked up, "How did you get past the dog!?"

"Lucky...and hot dogs".

"Hehe.." he laughed. "Good. Now I don't have to feed him manana. Hehe."

"You do not wanna go up there," Felix said flatly.

Dicky sighed hard.

"I have to," he said finally.

"I know," Felix said. "hey you go to the gym in Marin?"

"Used to."

"Hey, meet me there on Monday at 7 okay?"

"Okay," he said uncommiting.

He knew. They both knew.

But Felix liked him and gave him a smile as he climbed up further into the night.

He just shook his head as he walked away. One less beer, but maybe a new friend.

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