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Chapter 2
Dallas
My sto so hard at my new-found friend and sister, Punkin The kids had been put to bed, only after I had read three stories to Logan, not such an easy task when your ed by an abundance of alcohol; the food was put away, and everyone was ushered into the clubhouse for an adult party that I was in dire need of I was on my fifth drink, a Red special, and had to take precautions when I took a sip, in fear of Punkin saying so funny that would lead me to spray liquid onto everyone around me I had recently learned that Punkin was Possum’s ol’ lady and I was quickly reassured that they had an open relationship, although I nearly died when I re a blow job only weeks before Punkin was in her early fifties, and had spent the last twelve years of her life serving out a hter sentence in the Central Mississippi Correctional Facility for Women I was alarmed at first, but found myself a cheerleader for the defense team when I learned that she had killed her abusive husband I didn’t really agree with the way she had gone about it, stabbing him forty-seven tie? After twelve years of good behavior, and numerous therapy sessions,had a fully reformed Punkin, who loved peppermints, Sprite, and a biker named Possum
“I’ree water without a second thought I was high as a kite while I’ll was runnin’ froe after I hit the botto Theh hed harder at, a now covered-in-Red-Bull-and Vodka, Red “You just can’t hing, as she sat wringing her hands Her cigarette, which I noted had never been pulled froled loosely with each word she spoke Red leaned over, wiping the drink from the front of her shirt, and offered Punkin an ashtray When she refused with a wave of her hand, I laughed louder I stood, clutchingribs, and left the conversation in search of the bathroo my life had become, and considered how crazy it had been forthat one day I would be a part of that group I, along with so many others, had assu, unemployed felons, whose main mission in life was to break the law and intimidate people If so drinks and conversation with a woman named Punkin, as the ol’ lady of a biker nahed in their face It’s funny how shit works out I looked up to find a red-faced Marty exiting the hall that leads to the bathroom His crimson face deepened when he saw me
“Oh, hey, Dallas Having fun?” I had said all of o, yet Marty still looked surprised to see me
“Hey, Marty You okay?” I asked, eyeing him warily
“Yeah, yeah I’et over that PROSPECT phase once you have been in it so long”
“I bet How long did you PROSPECT?”
“Three hundred and eighty-six days,” he said without blinking Da?
“I have an app on et if one of the patch-holders asks you Ya know?” I smiled at his uneasiness, and attempts to distract me with conversation
“I do now So, are the bathroo down the hall with my hand
“Oh, yes Of course They’re all yours,” he said with a tight smile I noticed a thin line of sweat break out on his forehead, and was about to again ask hiot in ahead of me as I opened my mouth to do so
“Gotta go I’ll see ya around, Dallas Good to have you back” He all but ran away fro me to wonder what in the hell his proble the heavy wooden door open to find a radiant Maddie on the other side
“Hey!” She said with a surprise What the fuck was up with everyone being so surprised to see me? I had started to ask, when realization suddenly slapped me in the face