Originally published in Unfiltered Magazine, Spring 2000, by Paul Schramski
2:55 – Brian and I ducked into a nearby McDonald's. The gentleman in the first window stared at me in a puppy-like fashion as I asked him if he'd seen the Bikeman. He shouted, "Oh, yeah," as he threw change into my outstretched hand and slammed the window. At the following window, Susie cut me off with the arrival of hamburgers and giggled while she closed the window. Awestruck by the impoliteness and secrecy of McDonald's, I took off to gather more clues.
Indexed by tags Tucson, homeless, Bikeman, cycling.