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Show Go Love/105 which was my fault- and danced with Air Force until two in the morning. O.W 'd smelled it on my breath He'd glowered all morning and I'd glowered back. I was serious about not taking any guff from anybody by then, especially O.W.'s. Earlier that fall, Sophomore year U.A., after I'd been arrested for DWI, he showed up out of the blue to take my car away. On my desk he found a copy of a Chinese Folk Tale book named Monkey. He'd and jabbed a hard finger at the cover where this picture of a monkey had Monkey written in big black letters across its head. "That's about evolution, idn't it?" Before I could say no, that it was about these Chinese people who were poor fucks and lived on the hard earth just like us, O.W. threw Monkey across my desk, took the keys to my blue Cutlass and drove off down Highway 71 to Lonoke, without saying goodbye or kiss my ass or your mama's worried about you, or anything at all. Maybe I felt sorry for myself. Did he remember the railroad tracks, how his head bled all down the back of his white shirt-the one with O.W. written on the heart side of his chest? Fuck him. The Cougar had power windows and I'd rolled mine down. O W. rolled it up. "The air's on," he said. "I want fresh air." "Tough," he said. I said, "Fuck you, O.W " He let the car coast onto the highway curb. "Joey," Mama said. "Do what?" O.W. said. "St-st-stop this," Jimmy said Traceleen sat white-faced. "I said ruck you. Fuck you, O.W. Hey Jimmy? Trace? Anybody ever tell you about how I |
