Knowin’ his story, I don’t know how he got there, took himself there, got to that place in his head where he was at one with himself, and I never asked.

I just know he did.

The thing was, it wasn’t something he had that he held over anyone else.

In the way Tim needed it, he did that shit with Timmy too. I didn’t know when or how, I just saw Tim come into himself and how Preach settled into that, so I knew he had a hand in it.

Dave didn’t need it.

Dave needed drumsticks, pussy, pot and blow, and Dave was all good.

[Chuckles]

I got my first blowjob in Michigan City.

It was a Preacher castoff, he told her to blow me, she did, and I did not and still to this day do not give that first fuck.

I’ve had more experience since.

[Grins]

So now I know.

That woman gave righteous head.

Lost my cherry, as it were, in South Bend.

She was not a castoff.

She was mine.

Her name was Beth.

Even though she was just a one go, guys sang “Beth” to me for the next I don’t know how many months.

Don’t care about that either.

[Grins again]

I love that fuckin’ song.

I don’t know how he got it, or if Tommy got it, it was probably Tom, but they got it.

It was Preach that gave it to me, though.

My mom had wanted me to go to the doctor. Always on my ass about picking, so I didn’t pick.

Or squeeze.

I didn’t want to think about it. I just wanted to wake up one day and it’d be gone.

Preacher and Tom did something about it.

Took two months using that cream they got their hands on, prescription shit, and then not a single zit.

Never came back.

[Points at face]

That’s Preacher’s, sister.

It was Tommy and Preacher who called my shit out.

It wasn’t long after South Bend.

The seal was broken, and I was on a tear.

I don’t know where the guys were, but I was in the camper getting laid.

Got off, she took off, and I was gonna try to find the guys, so I cleaned up, took off after her, still tucking my junk in my jeans.

Saw Tom first, he was down the lane from where we were in the RV park.

He gives a head lift, I think to me, but I closed the door and Preach is there, leaning with his shoulders against the camper.

I’m all “Hey, dude.”

He’s staring in the distance and all “You figure your shit out.”

“What?” I ask.

That’s when he looks at me.

“I listened to that whole thing, it didn’t last even ten minutes and it was about you, brother. Figure your shit out.”