It’s rumbling toward us from the same direction I came into Cleveland Circle. I wonder if Cupcake would have rolled right past me, or over me, if I had been on the street. In the time it takes me and blue oxford to walk to the restaurant, Cupcake pulls up and parks. I can see the Barstool Sports flag hanging from the comically long radio antenna. “Pat-O!” Cupcake yells as he climbs out of the Humvee. As soon as his foot touches the ground, he shrugs his shoulders and I can see him mouthing, “shit.” He looks around and rocks his head from right to left and back. “Sorry,” he whispers to me. “I keep forgetting we need to be quiet. These things have unreal hearing.” “Yeah.” I nod at him. “I see you brought the party with you. Not sure we can get after it tonight, brotha. A clear head is called for in times like these.” Something feels off.
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