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“two to five” an’ has to register as a sex offender for the rest of his life.
    “Like that means shit,” he told me.  “If this’d been Texas, I’d have got off with probation, at worst.  An’ you think when I go back they’re gonna give a shit what I do to a bunch of queers?  Shit, no.  Not with Republicans runnin’ the fuckin’ state.”
    I hear he got out six months ago.  Wonder if he’s back in Houston?
    But knowin’ that guy -- an’ keepin’ my distance from him; not so much ‘cause I was afraid but more ‘cause I just didn’t want the trouble his kind of shit brings -- it got me to thinkin’, “Maybe they really think they’re gonna pull this crap with me.  Maybe that’s really what this is all leadin’ up to.”  If not that, somethin’ like it.  It’d be funny to see what’d happen if these two middle-aged faggots tried that shit.  An’ maybe a little fun.  See who’s really in control here.  See what happens when they find out I’m on to their crap.  Okay, fuckers, I figure that’s a game I can play.  Shit, I know it is.
    That’s when I smiled an’ looked at Lenny an’ said, “Fuck, ol’ Wayne ain’t much fun, is he?”
    “It’s been a rough year for him,” said Lenny.  “He’ll loosen up with a couple more screwdrivers.”  Then he gave me a look an’ added, “Of course, we have the makings for all kinds of drinks, at home.  It certainly wouldn’t take up so much of our ready cash.”
    I got the hint.  “We’ll buy you drinks as long as you want, but if you want some money from us, there won’t be as much left.”  So I smiled an’ gave off a good long stretch that showed off my pecs an’ shoulders an’ said, “I don’t like silly drinks.  All it takes is a decent beer in the fridge to make me happy.”
    “You like an ice cold Beck’s?” he said.  An’ that was the magic word -- Beck’s.  Ol’ Lenny went in for the kill an’ got lucky.  That’s when I decided for sure, “Let’s see what happens with these two fucks.”  So I smiled at him...an’ then at Wayne.  An’ he sort of smiled at me, an’ all three of us left.
    Lookin’ back -- I could tell, even then, I wasn’t all that up on joinin’ ‘em.  The little bells were still chimin’ in my brain, givin’ off the idea that I was makin’ a mistake.  That I oughta go home to my wife, get a good rag goin’ an’ wind up fuckin’ her.  An’ Connie, she had a lot of good things about her.  I mean, it ain’t many chicks’ll stick by you through six years in prison.  She even got me some jobs on sets -- carpenter an’ crap like that -- but then things’d quieted down an’ she had to fight to get jobs for herself.  Oh, she could’ve made it okay if she hadn’t had this big dick of a husband draggin’ her down, but she never said nothin’ ‘bout me gettin’ lost.  Except when she was pissed, an’ even then it was more like, “pull your own weight, asswipe.”  So I had an idea, even then, I was tossin’ aside somethin’ I really needed -- no, wanted.  But like the big dumb log-headed idiot I am, I just sort of drifted along with ol’ Lenny an’ Wayne, sniffin’ after a brewski an’ a couple of bills.  Driftin’ just like I had my whole life.  Driftin’ straight into hell.
    What a fuckin’ idiot.

    Chapter Two

    I walked with them over to Lenny’s place, that turned out to be Wayne’s, too.  They shared this townhouse or duplex or whatever you want to call it in West L-A, where the parkin’s the worst an’ parkin’ enforcement’s mean as a gangbanger after a week in solitary.  It wasn’t a fancy place on the outside -- I mean, from what I could tell in the dark -- but even with the nearest street lamp half a block away an’ the night clouded over, I could see they kept it up.  The two inches of front yard they had was covered with roses an’ this thick kind of ivy-like stuff reachin’ over the cement blocks beside the steps an’