Chapter 22I went home and stayed there, halfway expecting a tribal police car to come roaring up any minute. I took to bed without showering or brushing my teeth, something I never did except when I was drunk, and lay curled over on my side hating myself, loathing my big c**k. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed about raping boys and killing cops who came to make me pay.
The next morning I telephoned the Jones camp, but Aden wasn’t there. I called Daniel at home; no one answered. My self-loathing drove me out of the house by early afternoon. I cruised this end of the reservation looking for Aden’s truck. When I couldn’t find it, I went to the Lazy Eight and started drinking.
At one in the morning, they threw me out on my ass, so drunk I was weaving around like somebody stole my rudder.
