Leaving Lou’s Diner, Barry was so rattled that he began his nobarry hunch rush. He must have gone about twenty feet before he caught himself and slipped back into the CoolBarry saunter.
He told himself to hold it together until he reached his room. Told himself to concentrate on the sky, the road the cars, the trees. He forced himself to make up a song about; “Barry’s walking, yeah he’s walking, cool and steady, yeah….”
Barry got into the house, his room, sat down and looked in the mirror. The images filled the room, the guys getting drunk, the girls exposing themselves, and he, being punked by it.