To everyone's surprise, he showed up at our 10th class reunion looking good and carrying his guitar case. He walked up to me, planted a toes-curling smacker on my lips and whispered, "Leave."
Class tough guy with his old gang swaggered over, told Gerald he wasn't welcome and to get the hell out before there was trouble.
"I've come to play," said Gerald with a grin, opening the case and taking out an AR-15.