It was still early and only a few crewmen had arrived ahead of him, a small circle of them standing by the Porta Potties, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. Before getting out of the vehicle Rob checked himself in the rearview, thinking, Fucking mess: nose taped; two black eyes, the left one swollen shut; a goose egg the size of a golf ball in the middle of his forehead. Jesus. He got out of the Jeep, not moving very fast. Rudy, one of the machine operators, was approaching him now, saying, “Man, you look like shit. What happened? You try some errant moves on that flag girl last night? Jesus, look at you. Yo, Adrian!” Rob touched his nose, then his swollen eye. “Son of a bitch blindsided me. Broke my damn beak. Didn’t even see it coming.” “You an ugly motherfucker anyway.” “Fuck you, Rudy. You seen her yet?” “Who, Patty?
