Horbi and I ate lunch on Friday at Willie’s Icehouse. For those that don’t know, it’s basically a burger joint. So as we’re sitting there in the middle of lunch, our waitress informs us that our meal has already been paid for. We both looked at each other confused and asked her to elaborate. She said that a patron on their way out went up to her and asked to pay for our ticket. We pressed for as much information as should could give us, but at the end we were left scratching our heads. We know it was a guy with a shaved head. We did get a name from the credit card receipt, but neither of us recognize the name. So, who the hell was it? And why pay for our lunch? And why do that and just leave?

I have some theories. All of which involve Horbi and some shady past he doesn’t want to tell me about. Don’t get me wrong. I trust Horbi, if that is his real name. But if the Puerto Rican version of the CIA is hunting him down like Jason Bourne and toying with his mind by buying him random lunches, the I don’t want to get caught in the crossfire! Then again, it is a free lunch.

I think we may have to test this out by going to some pricey place for lunch this week. Maybe the PR black ops guy will send over dessert.

Horbi hurt his back this weekend. Get well bro.

-Dave Q.

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