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I was intrigued by the antics of Jerry and Kildow and impressed with Kildow’s charisma. The first night we went into town around 8 in Kildow’s ’56 Ford.
A rattly black coupe that he would bet anyone they couldn’t snatch a five dollar bill off the dashboard while he was accelerating.
In high school I had scrubbed the girls’s shitter at the J C Penney store while the cheerleaders waited after school to get in and pee and primp. Anyone who ever worked a shit job with no exit in sight has plenty of that.
The store manager knew my parents and I learned later that it was his personal intervention in scheduling that had placed me scrubbing the girls’ restroom while they watched. I had become a working man by age eighteen as much as I could say that I was anything.
Her place had a fenced in backyard and he moved his fourteen year old Beagle there from his mother’s backyard.This was a prevailing wage job since it was all municipal and state projects so I could make enough money this summer to pay all my college expenses.I climbed in my sleeping bag and closed my eyes listening to the crickets and some night birds I couldn’t identify and smelling old manure and oil and grease. I inched my hand over and felt the fur and then came the flurry of bat wings as the sonofabitch took flight again. Jerry and Kildow were already dressed and getting it together for another day in the field.I just knew I needed to hear what they had to say about their world and the plentiful pussy there.And then there was just work itself that led me to have enough respect for their world to enter it. My arms and back swollen with soreness every morning for two weeks.