If he was pleased I came over and bandaged him up and listened to him moan, he didn’t show it. He was lucky I got off work early that night and felt good enough to come see him, because if I was tired or if it was real late I was going home to get in bed and watch TV. But instead I came over to his place and found him on the ground outside his trailer, all bloodied and passed out.
Marian and I came home from our bars and traded cocktail napkins like playing cards. Hers was drawn by a thin girl who thought she was a Satanist. It was a drawing of a fantasy creature. “A lemur person,” the girl had said, and signed it, “-Rabid.”
