I convinced Jet to remove his coveralls before we sat down to eat but he still smelled like upchuck and Tide. He looked pretty funny in his cut off shorts and 1984 Los Angeles Olympics t-shirt with gold medal graphic.
"So I didn't know you lived around here, Jet."
" I don't. Stayin' up the street at LUNA CORP."
"Huh?"
"Doing a sleep study. I get paid to go in and sleep all day."
"Really?"
"Yeah. They plug me into a bunch of gadets."
I noticed the small scabs up and down Jet's sinewy arms.
"Have you been working out?"
"Nah, I just been sleepin' and eating better. Keeping busy with my work too."
"Sleep's good."
"They're still looking for subjects. You want in?"
"No thanks."
I paid for Jet's migas and we parted ways. I metioned something about having breakfast again sometime but honestly, I figured that was the last I would see of him.