Falklin handed Jackson some gold spray paint and two photos.
“This ain’t the project I was thinkin’ of when you asked me for help, Falklin.”
Jackson reached for his chew, realized he was out, yet another reason to leave.
“If I would have told you, “ Falklin said, “ you wouldn’t have understood, plus you owe me at least four favors I can think of off the top of my head, plus this is the coolest thing you’re gonna do all year.”
Jackson took his bandana and cleaned his glasses.
He slipped them back on and looked around Falklin’s two car garage, most of his tools removed and in a brand new aluminum shed in the small yard.
He looked down at the photos. Looked like Falklin’s printer was due for a new cartridge.
“Keshmackra, huh?”
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