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Forgiveness

... buy gone bad, but I think that Tony and Rocky were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They had a lot of cash on them and Tony had several ads for used cars in his pocket. I think they were there looking for a car when something happened. It’s a pretty bad neighborhood.” “How did he die?” asked my mother. “Rocky was stabbed by a local pimp known in the area as ‘Blue-eyes.’ Blue-eyes and your son were shot at close range by an unknown assailant. No one saw anything. No one knows anything. No one is saying anything. That’s the way it is down there in that area. I think that Blue-eyes stabbed Rocky for some reason, but I have no idea why. Maybe he was trying to rob them or maybe when the shooting started he thought Rocky was part of the setup. Like I said, wrong place, wrong time.” We went down to the morgue later that night and viewed the body. Tony looked really strange laying there on the cart. It was almost like he was asleep. I kept expecting him to open his eyes and say to me, “I guess you’re next, Baby Brother. Get ready for it.” I sort of fell apart after that. My grades at school got so bad that there was no way I was going to graduate, so I dropped out. I took a couple of dead-end jobs just to get enough money to drink and stay drunk and wait for the hand of death to ball itself into a fist and slam me into oblivion like it had Chuck and Dave and Rocky and Tony. The school had sent me to some counselors who decided that I was over-reacting to my brother’s death ...

... and tried to help me with grief therapy. Maybe I should have told them about the rape, but I knew that would just put me in jail. After a couple of arrests for this and that I ended up with court-ordered counseling and group therapy that tried the same thing. They kept telling me “You have to let Tony go and move on with your life.” Tony wasn’t my problem. In a way I was glad he was dead. The morning after the rape he had pulled me aside and said, “Don’t throw away your new outfit, Baby Brother. Some night when I strike out with the girls I might just have you dress up for me and see if you are as good a cocksucker as that black whore was. Hell, if you put on a little makeup, I might pop your brown cherry just to see what it feels like.” And people thought that I was all torn up that he was dead and gone! My problem wasn’t that he was dead. My problem was that five of us had raped a young girl and four had died within ten days. Wasn’t it obvious who was next? Why plan for college or anything else? I was just keeping time until my day of justice finally came. Then I went to the AA meeting in the city. Actually, the only reason I was there was that it was winter and I was on the street. The choice was to attend this meeting at the storefront mission or stay out on the street and freeze my ass. Not a hard choice really, but at the meeting I heard them talking about the twelve steps and that one of the steps was to make amends for past wrongs. When I heard that, an idea began to ...