"Nope. Jack will work just fine. Robin is it?"
"Yes it's Robin. Sorry my voice is hoarse from yelling at the game yesterday." "Yelling at the game or??" "Listen, would you like to meet me at Frankie's in, say an hour? I'd like to see your face better and show you I'm not part of a prank." Were people really giving numbers to trannies as a prank?
"Sure. I'll be there in an hour. I'll be in a Shannon Sharpe jersey and jeans."
"OK, that's number 13 for the Chargers right?"
"No. Number 84 for the Broncos. Tell me what you'll be wearing it might be easier." She described in great detail what she'd be wearing, and forty five minutes later I was perched in Frankie's Café watching the door. I wasn't wearing the jersey just in case I had to slip out when a Dior wearing dude bee-bopped through t
