Anyway, from our conversation the night before, I understood that it was as simple as them needing a white guy, a westerner—one with criminal inclinations—to be part of their circle. They had had one—a Brit—who was no longer around. I couldn’t get the story on what happened to him, but hey, he was in the life. People come up missing, don’t they?
This brunch, I have thought about it a lot, because this is where the wheels came off. This is where I meandered down the wrong path in life. Why did I go? They made me feel important, that’s why. The night before, that whole trip at the night club, I felt like I was clever; I felt like the woman crawling all over me really were bananas about me. I felt like I was That Guy.
What the f**k, Dude? That has never been my thing. But these guys, they w
