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Seated again in Zeb’s Buick, I told him, “Frank attacked me. He was all over me. The guy actually grabbed my nuts and gave me permission to f**k him if I wanted.” Zeb laughed. “That crazy little f**k is so horny. He will nail anyone with two legs and a d**k. He’s a whore.” I wanted to tell Zeb that, by his new look, Aaron must have been a w***e with him in the back room. Instead, changing the subject altogether, I asked, “Is there any way we can get some food? I’m starving.” He said that he knew of a pizza place a block away, which we walked to, leaving the Buick parked outside the eyeglasses boutique. Yuri’s Pizzarella won three Best Pizza Shop of the Year Awards in Columbus. My old man could have been the judge of that since he loved pizza. Bob Keep prided himself as a pizza connoiss