Sitting at bar seat at Legal Seafoods, in terminal B at Boston Logan, my phone rings.

It's my previous boss, "Hakeerm" at my last company.

"How are you?"
"Living the dream, you know that."
"Come back to work for us?"
I had these answers prepared in advance of his expected call.
"[Hell fucking no.]"
"We need help on something. "
"I told Chaco I never moonlight. It's pro Bono to help, but when it starts to become work, I'm done. "
"Deal."

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