C39 CHAPTER 38

“So, then he moons the cops and runs ten blocks with his pants around his knees,” Avery says, clanking her glass on the side table in the dressing room for emphasis. “And this guy’s running for treasurer?” I reply. “Apparently.” We’re backstage after Frank’s second show in LA. The past two days have been nuts between rehearsals and soundchecks and hanging out with my friend