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for his best customers two nights ago. “The cocksucker would not let up, ever. No matter what I did, he fucked with me. Even in my hooch, on my own time.
    I finally reached the point that I would have killed the motherfucker. Not a doubt in my mind. So I just grabbed a few duds, threw some shit in a pack that I needed for survival, along with my personal mementos, and I left.”
    “I should have done that,” Harris said, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. “Lifers down on my shit all the time, day in and day out. You were smart ducking out like you done, before they push you into something bad, so they can throw you in the slammer.”
    “Sometimes, I wonder if I could have hung on for seven more months and rotated home,” Pitts said, setting the bowl of bones on the floor, by the table, and snapping his fingers for the skinny dog to come help himself to them. “Then I think about that bullethead son of a bitch Gunny Goss, and I know better. He did his best to push me into doing something stupid, to give him an excuse to bust my ass and shit-can me.
    “First day I see the guy, he told me he didn’t like my candy ass. He hated me because I knew my job, and all the guys came to me to figure shit out, instead of him. He fucked everything up that he touched. Seriously. Shit, he even had live ordnance hung on the pylons and wired ass-backward to the planes half the time. It’s a wonder he didn’t blow something up and kill a bunch of people.”
    “How did he get to be a gunny then?” Harris asked, watching the mangy dog that wouldn’t leave his side chomp on the pork bones.
    “Fucking lateral move, that’s how,” Pitts said. “Reenlisted to get an option out of the grunts, because he knew he would die in the bush, sure as shit. Dumbest fucking son of a bitch that ever walked, and they let him reup for aviation ordnance because they needed staff NCOs. I’ll never understand Marine Corps thinking. Why didn’t they just promote some of the sergeants who had their shit together?”
    “Fucking crotch, that’s why,” Harris said. “There’s the right way, the wrong way, and the Marine Corps way.”
    “So, did you think about what I said?” Pitts asked.
    “Fuck, like I have any choice?” Harris answered.
    “My man, there’s always a choice. You can join my crew here, or take a shot at life on your own dime, like I did,” Pitts said. “Benny Lam and his cowboys might let you live, but I doubt it. Then I know Major Tran Van Toan, one seriously bad motherfucker with the biggest operation in the northern provinces, would drop you on the spot, and not even say please. However, I managed to get past those two, and survived.”
    “You’re a white man, though, and you got lucky,” Harris said, “falling into all this good shit.”
    “Lucky my ass!” Pitts said and laughed. “I earned every bit of all this good shit. You’ve got a point about the advantage of my being white, because these guys don’t cotton to any soul brother. Even you staying here, you still have to watch your back. But all this good shit, I didn’t just fall into it. Every damned dope connection I got supplying all you assholes here in Da Nang and down at Chu Lai, I set up myself. The stupid motherfucker I killed to get this house, he didn’t have a clue of what he had at his fingertips, until I appeared on his doorstep, damned near like you showed up on mine, Huong holding his .45 in my ear. Only I wasn’t in cuffs.
    “Things with old Tommy Nguyen might have worked out fine, too, if he hadn’t gotten so fucking greedy. I had to kill him. No choice. The whole operation would have collapsed otherwise. All these cowboys knew it, too, and stuck with me. If he’d been straight with the gang, as soon as I drew down on him, right here in the patio, they would have capped my young ass and fed me to the hogs. But he fucked them, too, just like me, and they were glad to see him gone.
    “Old Nguyen, the sorry bastard, didn’t have a