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and he wasn’t in band.  He didn’t join chess club, or pep club, or any other asshole club.  He ate alone in the cafeteria and read.  Kids pretty much left him alone, and he was sure the term ‘freak’ was used a lot behind his back.
    Some might feel sorry for him, but the truth was, he liked it that way.  He went to school and did the bare minimum.  His focus was, and always had been, on things outside of school.
    Before Trevor left Bea’s house, he got her phone number and asked if he could call her sometime.  Her exact response was, “Anytime.”  At school, it was all he could think about.
    He got lucky with Uncle Gary’s truck too.  When he came back from Bea’s house, the fat-ass was still asleep.  On his way to take another shower, Trevor had peeked into his bedroom only to find Uncle Gary spread eagle on the bed, fully dressed and snoring like a dying animal.  A strong whiff of whiskey mixed with cigarettes hit Trevor in the face.  It must’ve been a rough night.
    But lately it seemed like every night was a rough one for Uncle Gary.  He pretty much stuck to the same routine since Trevor had moved in.  Go to the shop, go to the Barley Tavern, go home and pass out.  Over the last year, it seemed to be getting worse.  Now he was sleeping past eight and having one of his lackeys open up the shop for him.
    Uncle Gary was the proud owner of McNulty Mechanics, a small garage shop that dabbled in fixing everything from cars to lawnmowers.  They also sold a lot of junk on the side.  His uncle had inherited it from Trevor’s grandfather, Sean McNulty, twenty years ago.
    According to Mr.T, it had been a very respectable business at one time.  But then Grandpa McNulty started drinking away his profits and things went downhill quick.  When Uncle Gary took over, the shop was just about to go under.  He was only around twenty back then, just a little older than Trevor was now.
    And Trevor had to give him credit.  Uncle Gary managed to save the shop with some creative business ideas.  They might be ethically appalling, but financially they were genius.  He knew how to scam people and it didn’t bother his conscience one bit.
    As soon as Trevor stepped foot into his uncle’s house, he was lectured on the world according to Gary.  A kid like Trevor was only going to get ahead in this world by screwing people over—simple as that.  “Honesty won’t get you anywhere kid.  Being nice won’t either.  I mean you’re always nice to a customer’s face, but you aren’t nice to their wallet.  You understand?”
    Trevor just nodded his head and thought to himself, how can I be related to this idiot?
    The next thing Uncle Gary enlightened him with, was one of his secrets to keeping costs down—garbage-picking.  “There is nothing more profitable than selling something you got for free,” he would say.
    And that’s where Trevor really came in handy.  If he wanted to live in his house, he had to live by Uncle Gary’s rules and earn his keep.
    Garbage-picking was like going to one of those early bird specials at Kmart.  The key to getting the good stuff was getting out there early—but not too early, or the merchandise wouldn’t be ready.
    Uncle Gary would say he was too old to be getting up at the crack of dawn.  Trevor would say he was too hung over.  Regardless, now it would be Trevor’s job.  In return, he got the privilege of livin g with one of the biggest assholes on the planet.
    But at least Uncle Gary had introduced him to garbage-picking.  It may sound strange to some, but this new chore had become a passion to Trevor, a much needed distraction.  Of course it could be embarrassing when someone caught him picking through their trash, but he found most people didn’t mind at all.  In fact, Trevor figured they probably thought of it as an act of charity on their part.
    An adrenaline rush always kicked in when he set out early in the morning.  Not knowing what he would find was