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Chapters (35)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Foreword
  4. Plant Growin’ Problems
  5. Nightmare
  6. Facing the Music
  7. Facing the Music
  8. Kubuku Rides(This Is It)
  9. The Rich
  10. Old Frank and Jesus
  11. Boy and Dog
  12. Julie: A Memory
  13. Samaritans
  14. Night Life
  15. Leaving Town
  16. The End of Romance
  17. The Crying
  18. And Another Thing
  19. Tiny Love
  20. A Birthday Party
  21. BIG BAD LOVE
  22. Falling Out of Love
  23. The Apprentice
  24. Wild Thing
  25. Big Bad Love
  26. Gold Nuggets
  27. Waiting for the Ladies
  28. Old Soldiersfor Lisa
  29. Sleep
  30. Big Bad Love
  31. Discipline
  32. Big Bad Love
  33. 92 Daysfor buk
  34. A Roadside Resurrection
  35. About the Author

“I come back off the front lines for the first time in three months. I walked in a tent there and saw this captain standing there. I had a fifth of whiskey in my hand, and he asked me what I wanted. I told him I wasn’t looking for nothing but a smile and a kind word. Sumbitch just cussed me and told me to get the hell out. I laid down and cried all night long. I’ve cried many a night all night long, Leo. Just get me to Aaron’s and I’ll be all right.”

And Daddy had seen the same things, had marched all the way across Europe, freezing, getting shot at every day, seeing all those people he knew die. Fighting the Germans hand to hand. And waking up yelling, thinking he was back in it with them again. Bayonets and knives.

“Just get me to Aaron’s and I’ll be all right. Please. I don’t want to impo on you. I ain’t got no money to pay you, but I’ll have some later. I can go home and in five minutes I can have a hunnerd dollars. A hunnerd dollars to me don’t mean what it used to. You boys just don’t know.”

“You don’t want me to take you home?’’

“Naw. Just take me to Aaron’s. I’ll get one of his cars and go home.”

“You don’t think he’ll get pissed off?”

“Naw. He won’t get pissed off. Aaron don’t care.”

We pulled into Mr. Aaron’s place and I parked in his yard. Squirrel looked at me before he opened the door.

“I got to see if Aaron will let me in. You won’t leave me, will you?”

“Naw, Squirrel,” I said. “I ain’t gonna leave you. I’ll take you home if Aaron won’t let you have a car. I’m gonna get out and take a piss, though. I’ll be right here.”

I got out and stood in the rain while Squirrel staggered up to Mr. Aaron’s window and knocked on the glass. I could hear him talking.

‘‘Aaron? Aaron. Squirrel. Can I come in? Squirrel. Can I come in?”

Standing there watching him in the rain, I felt bad. He was old and withered and drunk and all he wanted was to get home so he could go to work the next day. Forget all this. Try to forget all this. But he wouldn’t. He’d be back up there within a few nights. And I probably would be, too.