By the time the bank robber was charged, I was a wanted man. Seems that vigilante justice is frowned upon in the great state of Montana. Go figure. I mean, one of the most famous vigilantes of all time was Morgan Earp, also from Montana. And yes, that Morgan Earp, the one from the O.K. Corral. Times, it seems, had changed.
The flip side to that coin was the public. They loved me. No, nix that: they LOVED me. All caps. I was wanted by the police, but I was adored by everyone else, the press especially. It was both disturbing and invigorating, unnerving and thrilling. In other words, my acne was having a blast, partying from one end of my face to the other. I was shopping for Clearasil at Costco—in bulk. And to make matters worse, Craig and I, though not exactly fighting, were still rather
