He eyed me, grinned, and said, “I guess it didn’t work out—or it has been a long time since the last time.” “Fuck you, Max.” “Ah, no score; I should have known.” He laughed. “Let’s finish this up. I want to be out of here before the suits shows up. I don’t want to end up getting stuck here doing security until they leave.” We finished up a little behind the city patrol boys working the other side. They were waiting for us. Willis, the patrol sergeant, asked, “You boys see anything?” Max and I both shook our heads. “Same old, same old,” Max told him. “So you boys want to hang around, maybe pick up some OT?” We all laughed at that—we were volunteers, so we didn’t get paid. “Maybe next time, Sarge.” We spent a few more minutes talking the usual bullshit and then parted ways. The first cars were beginning to roll in as we walked through the tall, patchy, gone-to-seed grass of what were once manicured yards. Max and I walked and talked about nothing in particular: Some woman he had been seeing was pushing him to move in; whether or not we wanted to play softball for the city municipal team.
What do You think about American Apocalypse (2011)?
