We went to lunch at Culvers.
There was a disconcertingly dead look in his eyes as he ate his fries and pile of corpse flesh; A lurking animal panic that rested just under the surface of his rapidly cracking facade, as he assessed the likely reality of the next 40 years of his life.
Eye contact was rare.
Acknowledgement was minimal.
I had a great time.
Landon Acknowledge Me 