Some say there never was a "Maverick" and that he's a made up thing. Others think he panhandles at freeway exit ramps and prostitutes himself to older men for whatever chump change they have in their ashtrays.
Me, I'd like to think that he's out there somewhere and that he knows what he done. Maybe walking around wistfully with his hands in his pockets wishing he could take it all back. To undo the things he did. That all the pain and suffering that he's caused is regretted and that he wants somehow to let us know but his mouth can't form the words nor his fingers conjure how he feels deep down inside.
Wherever he is or whatever he is doing I suspect we'll never hear from him again. As time goes by he'll find a quiet place and just lay down. Dying of shame is a tough thing and a man does it in private. He's gone now. Best we move on and forget what he's done.