Birk called Ekman.
“Hey man, they’re unveiling a mural I did at the old tire warehouse lofts in Hungariantown. They paid me stacks. I wanna fly you home for the weekend.”
Ekman pumped his fist so hard his shoulder hurt. “Ohhh, man… I’m honored. Wow. Can’t wait to see you. Let’s go straight from the airport to Prime Cuts, celebrate.”
“Sorry, Ek. No Prime Cu…
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