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you ain't about to
hurt no little boy.” She said.
    “ One second, Eric.” I told
him, then looked at Brandy, “Wait in the parking lot, I'll be out
soon. The little fucker needs his chain yanked. He needs to learn
to teach.”
    Brandy stared at me like I was insane. But
she left.
    I turned back to Eric. “So, you get one
punch to the face. Put your hands behind your back and close your
eyes.” I said. He complied and I decided to land the full force
punch on his mouth. The most damage I did was to my knuckles and
his lips and front teeth. He spit blood but it was just drama. He
was gonna be fine.
    EPIC TIME CUT: Six Months Later
    It was weird between me and Lorrie after the
fist fight at the swap meet. Me and Dick had several beers together
over those months and we agreed the fight was kind of hot and
sexy.
    Those conversations went this way:
    Dick: “Dude, it was Vivica A. Fox and Uma
Thurman in Kill Bill Vol. 1.”
    Me: “Maybe a little. It was hotter than
that.”
    Dick: “True. Brandy never called you?”
    Me: “Nah. She moved back to Iowa. I miss her
sometimes, but, it's good to be alone.”
    Dick: “I don't know. I'm happy and I can't
imagine being alone, without Lorrie.”
    Me: “That makes sense. Lorrie is amazing.
You're lucky, dude.”
    Dick: “Do you know what started that fight
anyway?”
    Me: “Not really. No.” I lied. Brandy accused
Lorrie of being in love with me. That's what started it. Lorrie
threw the first blow.
    I had a lot of money saved up. Since that
day Lorrie was injured by the girl I brought with me, I felt
responsible, things were never the same. I buried myself in my
work. Mountain Dew Pitch Black. I hit the gym four times a week.
Life wasn't that great but I was doing it.
    I awoke on a Saturday and knew it was the
day. I packed up a bag of things I needed to survive. Dick woke up
and started making coffee. Lorrie was asleep in his bed.
    “ What's up, man?” He
asked.
    “ I'm outta here, man. I'll
be back some day. But I can't do it anymore now.” I said. Dick's
face showed he was upset. I thought he might cry.
    “ What did we do?” Dick
asked.
    “ We?”
    “ Lorrie and
me?”
    “ Nothing. I just need the
space. I need the quiet.” I lied. The truth was I couldn't be
around Lorrie any longer. I was deeply in love with her.
    “ You'll be back,
right?”
    “ Of course, man, you're my
brother.” We hugged. I grabbed everything and left. Lorrie slept,
never the wiser.
    I hit the freeway going West, toward Los
Angeles. It was early in the morning. Not much traffic. I drove, my
eyes hurt when I thought about Lorrie. She could never be mine. She
belonged to Dick. It was now time to find a life of my own.
    I was in Hollywood seeing a movie, when the
movie finished, it was almost 10pm. I headed to my motel room. The
Jack Daniel's had hit me just right. The idea of being alone and
free was making me so excited. For the first time in my life I was
going to be self sufficient. It was simply refreshing.
    The brand new bottle of Jack Daniel's was
now half empty. I smiled at the stucco ceiling of the vintage motel
room. The next stop was to keep going. I didn't care. Motels would
be there for me. Fast food. Booze. Porno on demand.
    Sleep came fast.
    My BlackBerry vibrated. I ignored it. Fell
back asleep. BlackBerry vibrated again, woke me up. The phone never
rang that much. I forced myself to look at it. The screen said
Incoming Call From Auntie Fucker.
    “ Yeah, Dick, what's up?” I
said.
    “ TUCK? OH-I'M SORRY-TUCK?”
Said Lorrie.
    “ Lorrie, it's
me.”
    “ TUCK...PLEASE...”
    “ Deep breathes, what's
up?” I asked
    “ TUCK...I DON'T KNOW WHAT
TO DO...”
    “ Lorrie, talk to me.” I
was drunk and trying to be sober.
    “ Tuck...DICK IS DEAD...”
She said.
    “ WHAT?!” I
said.
    “ HE...he...GOT...STABBED...HE'S DEAD TUCK...I'M SORRY, PLEASE
COME HOME, I CAN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU...” Lorrie said, hung
up.
    I puked all over my clothing. Stars in my
eyes, I would wake