My friend, that Buddha Kid

“He’s with me,” I say, walking into the nightclub.

“Him?” the bouncer asks, James walking behind. He was wearing the get-up, too. The robes and the beads and that shaved head.

“What’s up with Buddha?” the bouncer asks.

“Careful,” I say, pointing.

“It’s all right, Dan,” James says, raising his head in the air, like he always did, when he made a point. “I am who I am.”

One bad tour over there and he disappears and when he comes back he won’t eat meat or drink beer. But he’ll go to a club with. My friend. The Buddha kid.

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Title by: Stickler17
Story by: Jarvis
Illustration by: William Burkert

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