Everyone I know in this town has a nickname. I think of this as Huck walks in the door while Coyote is telling me tales of the magnificent drunken poet, Roxy Reno. What a hell of a storm we had last night, stories of it are exchanged across piles of paper, a typewriter, and half empty mugs. "Yeah, I just stood on the porch watching the lightning."
"It was beautiful wasn't it? Roxy Reno went into the streets outside the bar, naked and out danced the storm. He'd pick up worms and throw them into the grass yelling, 'You owe me!' Stark naked and dripping water everywhere he struggled with both hands to close the door to the bar behind him, but when he managed it he exclaimed, 'Another drink!"