He came in, and sank in to the usual back-seat corner.
"9th and 30th street."
I don't remember where exactly, but that's a good example. Then he told me this.
"Where'd Alan go?"
I said, after I looked back and saw him staring right at me.
"Where'd.. Alan... GO?"
"Uhh.. I don't know... What you're talking about sir?"
I didn't know weather I should laugh, cry, or shit my pants.
There was a long pause, about a minute. He looked at me, slumped further in his seat and said,
I guess I won this round of, am I crazy or just messing with ya.