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Tim and the Corsair
have to go to
tomorrow after being away for nearly a month, but first Tim is taking
meet his Uncle Jerry. We’re taking him to lunch down on the waterfront.
Jerry was a Corsair pilot in WWII and was shot down after getting a
medals “simply for being a damned good pilot.” He lost his right foot,
hand, and dick and balls. According to Tim he’s lucky to be alive. I’m
nervous about meeting him.
by Carl Holiday
Chapter 1 – The Big Red “I”
We’re in Tim’s car.
’53 Ford Coupe. It has a bad case of skin cancer, but runs good. His
dad had it
overhauled, so Tim would have reliable wheels. Tim is four months older
and got his license last summer; and, his parents gave him the car when
home. They’re rich, but you’d never know it from the way Tim acts.
The first thing
notice about Tim is that he looks like he’s maybe twelve or thirteen,
sixteen. He’s got a hormone problem and puberty is taking its time.
each other for only a few months, but we’re a lot closer because we
the same best friend since attending Licton Springs Elementary, only we
know about it until the very end. Stevie died in a horrible accident. I
to kill myself because of it. Tim almost had a party because Stevie was
Tim to have sex with him. Like they say, there are always two sides to
story. Tim had a bad experience and I had a good one. Now, knowing what
happening to Tim has kind of forced me to reevaluate my friendship with
Tim said as the car did a little wiggle in its lane. Tim can’t talk and
He’s a killer on the tennis court, can swim like a fish, and sucks dick
pro, but if you get him behind the wheel of a car don’t you dare say a
you’re going to hear cars honking all over the place.
“Watch where you’re
I said. “Listen to the radio. It’s a lot more interesting than my
“Are you going to
be able to
“Yeah, just a
Not everyone gets to spend time in a shrink shop and come out without a
“I” stapled to their forehead.”
“What red “I”?”
“Like the Scarlet
this one stands for insane. Kids are going to find out.”
one knows shit.”
“Someone knows and
tell everyone. People are going to avoid me like the plague.”
“So, what? How many
do you have at school?”
“Well, you, Monica,
Mark, but you know I don’t want to be his friend. There was that other
we won’t mention his name, okay?”
“No, we don’t say
His name was Kiel. He murdered his parents and older sister,
killed me, and brutally assaulted my five year old sister. I wanted
Kiel to be my friend, but he was crazier than me,
one knew until it was too late. I tried really hard being his friend,
but now I
kind of wish I’d left him alone. You just never know about some people.
I like Tim because
trying real hard to be my friend. He knows I have mental problems, but
doesn’t matter. He likes me no matter what’s wrong with me.
there in front of his apartment building,” Tim said suddenly doing a
the middle of Columbia Way causing four
lanes of cars to honk their horns.
“Nice trick. Did
“Yeah, but don’t
tell him. I
don’t think I was supposed to learn that maneuver. You’re going to have
in the backseat. Uncle Jerry has to sit up front.”
When Tim stopped at
I jumped out. Uncle Jerry was standing a few feet from me. He had to be
early forties, but he looked a lot younger. His black hair was neatly
short. His closely shaved face was more round than long, had a small
nose, and his
ears weren’t the same size. It sort of gave him a lopsided appearance.
was a hook where his left hand used to be. The right hand was missing
little finger. I was staring.
“It’s all right,
Jerry said. “If you think I look bad now, you should see me naked. Hi,
is Jerry Chambers. You must be Geoff Johnson.”
I mumbled something
incoherent and shook his hand. His grip was strong, firm. I hoped mine
“You’ve got a good
boyfriend, Tim,” Uncle Jerry said after he closed the door. “Is he a
or are you still bottoming?”
I stopped breathing
I wanted out of the car. Then Tim opened his mouth.
“I did it once, but
have a short fuse,” Tim said, overadjusting the wiggle causing the car
nearly swerve out of its lane. More cars announced their disapproval of
poor driving skills. “I mostly suck him. All Geoff has to do is kiss me
come. Sometimes I come when I’m sucking him. It’s pretty pathetic.”
“He likes being
“Oh, yeah, well you
happened to him with Kiel.”
“That kid deserves
to burn in
Hell for twenty eternities. So, Geoff, you like a big dick up your ass?”
“Uh, yeah,” I
shocked to say anything out loud. Who was this man? Tim’s uncle, his
teacher, or some pervert?
“Well, I guess
you’re kind ’a
out of luck with the two of us. Right, Tim?”
“Boy, ain’t that
Thank god nothing
said until we were down on the waterfront looking for a place to park.
three uncles and none of them are anything like Uncle Jerry. I was
wonder what exactly was his relationship with Tim. Then I got out of
and felt a hand on my ass.
“Nice ass, Geoff,”
Jerry whispered in my ear. “I bet you’re a good fuck, too. You like it
slow, or quick like Tim?”
“I don’t know,” I
I wanted out of this. I wanted to walk uptown and catch a bus home, but
Jerry had his arm around my waist.
“Come on, Uncle
trying to make out with my friend,” Tim said. “You’re going to scare
“Oh, I’ve already
I’m surprised he hasn’t pissed his pants.”
“Come on, Geoff,
we’ll go get
a table,” Tim said, pulling my arm. Uncle Jerry got in another quick
feel on my
ass before Tim pulled me away.
“He likes you,” Tim
“Sounds like he
something,” I said, looking back at Uncle Jerry. He smiled and gave a
“Well, he can’t do
Just humor him, okay? Try to laugh it off, it’ll go a lot easier.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“God, Geoff, quit
submissive. Slap his hand away from your ass if you don’t want him
you. If you don’t stop him now, he’ll have your dick out of your pants
than you can say Christopher Columbus sailed the ocean blue.”
“And, what will he
“Put it in his
mouth and give
you the best blow job you’ve ever had.”
doesn’t have a
dick, okay? I told you that. When they stitched him together they made
kind of like a woman, only he hates that. He’s kind of okay with not
dick, but that slit between his legs embarrasses the hell out of him.
overcompensates by getting very sexual with my friends. He sucked
Stevie. I was
there when he did it, too. Stevie wouldn’t let me take him back.”
“What about Kiel?”
“Never had a chance
to take Kiel to see Uncle Jerry.”
“What about you?”
“God, Geoff, what
sick our something? No, wait, I’m sorry. That wasn’t being nice. No,
Jerry hasn’t tried to do anything to me.”
“Yeah, family, but
you if you’re not careful. Just tell him to stop and he’ll leave you
I do not like
is okay, sometimes, but clams, oysters, shrimp, and crabs are
insects and spiders. Insects of the sea. Imagine a big, juicy ant and
know why I do not eat bugs of the sea. I ordered a hamburger. Tim had
Captain’s Plate, lots of different bugs. Uncle Jerry had sautéed
bugs in butter and garlic.
I did not like
being in that
restaurant with a sex fiend like Uncle Jerry. I couldn’t help imagining
with my dick in his mouth. I tried looking out the window at the
but it was November, raining, and cold. The seagulls were huddling
along the piers. What boats that were out were working boats, tugs,
and a couple small freighters. No pleasure boats. It was the beginning
“Hey, Geoff, come
and join the party,” Uncle Jerry said bumping my foot with his.
“Huh, oh, sorry,” I
not looking at him. I wanted to go home. There wasn’t anything there
but at least I wouldn’t have to be with this man.
“You ever go to the
here?” Uncle Jerry asked.
“Uh, no,” I said,
this line of conversation, either.
“Come on, I need to
They’ve got a guy in a tux in there who’ll wipe your ass for a buck.
get your ass out of the booth. I’ll give him a twenty and he’ll lick
his big soggy tongue.”
I looked at Tim,
but he only
shrugged. Now was the time to put my foot down. I needed to do
this man. So, I slid out and followed Uncle Jerry to the men’s room. I
back at Tim. He shook his head and turned away.
“Hurry up, Geoff, I
want you peeing your pants, again,” Uncle Jerry said loud enough for a
booths of people to hear. “God, kids these days.”
I think he thought
being funny. I was very close to hating him, only I can’t hate someone,
not in me.
The restroom was
there wasn’t a man in a tuxedo. There was a little kid standing in one
stalls with his pants pulled down. The door was open showing his little
ass. He was peeing.
“Come on, Geoff,
Uncle Jerry said beckoning from the last stall.
All I had to do was
go back out the door. I didn’t have to follow Uncle Jerry. I didn’t
have to do
this. I locked the stall’s door and turned to see Uncle Jerry sitting
toilet. There was quite a lot of room in there. He took hold of my hand
pulled me towards him. I shut my eyes, not wanting to watch.
The toilet flushed.
“Come on, let’s
go,” Uncle Jerry
said. “You thought I was going to suck your dick, didn’t you?”
“Uh, yeah,” I
mumbled. He was
standing close to me, close enough to kiss me.
“You’re a good kid
been feeding you a line of bull, but here’s my phone number. Go on,
take it. If
you ever need to talk about shit, anything, give me a call. I’m not a
I’m not family. Okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” I
the slip of paper and putting it in my wallet.
“I do know one
You need to laugh more. Who’s your favorite comedian on television?”
“I don’t watch TV.”
“You don’t watch
TV? What do
you do? Jerk off all the time?”
“I read a lot.”
“I had to take the
four times because I kept getting too high of a score and every time I
the score kept getting higher. They finally figured out I was just
at taking the test.”
“Off the scale?”
“Where are you
“Go to Columbia. It’s in New York.”
“I know where it
“I went there.”
We were back at the
Tim was finishing his meal. He eats slowly, too slow.
“Are you good with
“Sort of, I’m
languages, and logic. My Uncle Walter wants me to go to USC, his alma
mother wants me to go to Cornell, her father, my grandfather went
got a few years to decide.”
“You could probably
“Yeah, but I
“Take me where?”
He looked like he hadn’t been listening, startled out of some teenage
I hoped it was me he was thinking of, I don’t know what I’d do if he
thinking of someone else.
It was raining.
actually. Thick, drizzly fog. You can’t use an umbrella because it’s
just as much horizontally as vertically. Pleasant shit. Mother and I
were in Principal Jennings office, he was reading the letter from
slowly shaking his head, not smiling, this wasn’t going well.
“I assume Geoff is
medication?” He asked.
“Yes, he takes a
breakfast and another at dinner,” Mother said. She was using her
voice, the one she uses with lawyers and salesmen.
“I’m not certain we
facilitate Geoff’s readmission,” Principal Jennings said. He wasn’t
either of us. “We have liability issues. With Geoff’s, uh, illness we
concerned about the safety of the other students.”
“He’s not a danger
or others,” Mother said. She was still holding her ace. “That can be
in court if you desire.”
“You see, I don’t
know if I
have the authority to allow Geoff back into our school,” he said. He
looking nervous, sweat was beading on his forehead.
“Call your lawyer,”
“Why would I want
serving you this
court order,” Mother said, handing the principal a little document
Randall gave her when I checked out of the psycho hospital. “We,
psychiatrist, my lawyers, and I anticipated this. Call your lawyer
“Uh, well, yes, I
better,” he said as he rose from his desk. “Geoff, I think it’s best if
on to class. This is going to take some time and will probably end up
favor, anyway. Mrs. Johnson, I’ll advise the school district.”
“Thank you, Mr.
Mother said rising from her chair. “Geoff, now you call if you need
Monica and Tim were
for me outside the principal’s office. I shrugged a greeting and walked
into the hall. I had the red “I” stapled to my forehead good and
proper. It was
only a matter of time before some student made something of my absence.
“Hey, Geoff, sorry
about Kiel,” Stewy Martin said, walking past us toward
floor boy’s restroom.
“Uh, thanks, I
said, wondering why, of all people, Stewy hadn’t made a big deal about
“You missed the
volleyball tournament,” Stewy said before at the corner. “You missed a
opportunity to demonstrate your athletic skills, again.”
“Oh, shut up,
“See, no one
said. “Now, go to your honors whatever class and get your missed
“Geoff? See you at
Table,” Monica said.
“Yeah, I’ll be
the stairs. They’d be up on the third floor for the rest of the
never ventured to such lofty heights. All my classes were a lot closer
ground, smart kids didn’t have to climb stairs. Heck, most of us were
uncoordinated to carry books, walk up stairs, talk to whoever, and
for some muscle for brains bent on destruction of another honors
I turned and headed
Stewy’s direction. Pre-calc was the order of business for second
period. Only I
was too tired. I wanted sleep, lots of sleep. I damned near forgot to
corner and when I did, I saw him.
It was Sam from
my friend. The boy who liked me. The boy who seemed worse off than me.
staring at me. He must have been waiting, but he didn’t go to North
He didn’t belong here. He was supposed to be at the psycho hospital, I
“What are you doing
asked. I walked over to him and his eyes went to the floor. “Why aren’t
the hospital? What’s going on?”
“I ran away,” he
He put his hands into his pockets. He was wearing khaki slacks, a
orange, and yellow madras shirt, and penny loafers. He needed a shave,
smelled like he’d recently taken a bath. His blue eyes were bright,
which was so unlike him.
“Where are you
What’s going on?”
“I had to see you,”
“You left without saying goodbye. I miss you.”
I thought of Tim
he’d say, but Sam intrigued me. He was so outside my normal, crazy
wanted to be with him.
“Can I see you
know where you live.”
“I want to see you.”
“I like you.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, we’ll talk
“Yeah, you can come
Then he walked out
He was skinny, but had a cute ass, what I could see of it through his
slacks. But, what was he doing out of the hospital? I wondered if I
Doctor Randall. If I was a good little boy, a tattletale, I’d do that.
decided to wait.
Kiel’s spot at the Fairy Table, our lunch table
cafeteria, was occupied by a familiar looking boy who I wasn’t certain
It was a face I’d seen before, maybe back in third or fourth grade, but
wasn’t sure. I sat down across from him. He smiled at me then turned to
continue his conversation with Mark, Monica’s boyfriend.
“Hi, Geoff,” Mark
looking up from a peanut butter and strawberry rhubarb jam sandwich.
long as I’d known him that’s what he had for lunch. Mark was a tight
end on the
North Park football team.
“Hi,” I said,
remember who the other kid was. He was obviously older than the kid I
have known, but there were some points of recognition that were causing
to run through pictures of classmates at Licton Springs Elementary and
Bruce Bigedic Middle School. His
light blond hair was shorter, football short. He had more muscles, a
neck. He’d been working out. A splash of acne across his nose and
unnerving, but there was still something about him that made keep
“I’m Dick Connor,”
There was something about his dull brown eyes that suddenly made me
“I beat the shit out of you in fourth grade because you were such a
about everything. That got me expelled from Licton Springs. I ended up
Thornton Meadows, then Samuel Gompers. I just transferred in from
because of something someone said I’d done. I didn’t do it, but my
thought it best I come here since it’s supposed to be my high school
What the hell you sitting here for?”
“I always sit
here,” I said,
looking at Mark for some degree of help. He looked out the window at
fairy in the atrium. That’s why the table is known as the Fairy Table.
a lot of guts to sit there. Who wants to be known as a fairy, unless
“Yeah, well, maybe
to find a new table,” Dick said. “Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, sure,” I
said. I stood
up and picked up my tray. I didn’t know where to go. Tim was still in
Monica hadn’t come in, yet. I didn’t know what to do.
“Are you still
asked. He was flexing his hand into a fist. I remember the bloody nose,
black eye caused by that fist. I remember my aching gut when that fist
into my stomach.
“Well, I think you
He was up on his
I knew what was happening. A fist slammed into my face. I was on the
tray of food on top of me.
“Richard Connor, I
Vice Principal Washington said. “Come with me.”
“He hit me first,”
“Like hell he did.
coming nice or do I have to subdue you.” Vice Principal Washington had
the Marines. He’d been trained to subdue. He was always pleasant.
Asking if you
wanted to be nice, then giving the subtle threat of being subdued. He
six feet tall and built like the proverbial brick shithouse.
“Do you think you
ni …?” Dick started to say before a black hand had him by the neck and
raising him off the floor. Vice Principal Washington was walking toward
with a completely subdued Dick Connor before anyone else knew what was
“Geoff Johnson, get
cleaned up and come to the office,” Vice Principal Washington said from
hall. The cafeteria was quiet enough for me to hear him. Then
“Are you all
asked, looking down at me from his seat at the table. He hadn’t lifted
to help. He wanted to be my friend. He was losing points.
“A lot you care,” I
picking food off my shirt and slacks. My face hurt. I wanted to cry. I
to go find Sam. I wanted to be anywhere except in the same school as
“Hey, he beat me
And, didn’t Tim tell you about sitting at this table during lunch?”
“Well, you brought
yourself, that’s all I can say.”
I sat outside Vice
Washington’s office. A police car had arrived when I was in the
to clean chocolate pudding from my shirt. I needed to soak it in cold
but all I could do was daub it with paper towels. Dick was brought out
handcuffs. One of the policemen looked at me and shook his head.
“You could’ve hit
better than a psycho,” he said. He seemed familiar, but I couldn’t be
never had any run-ins with North Park police, but maybe
they’d received something from Seattle to be on their guard against
“In here, Geoff,”
Principal Washington said. He closed the door behind me. “Have seat.”
The paddle was in
It looked like an oar for a rowboat, with holes drilled in the face to
wind resistance. Maybe I was going to get a good talking to before
couple swats. Swats from Vice Principal Washington were famous at North
Park. My older brother, Karl, received a total of
six, but he’s always been
a hard headed, stubborn bastard.
“I’m worried about
Geoff. You let people walk all over you. I realize Mr. Connor is
but you could have done something to prevent the attack. Have you ever
considered taking a self-defense class?”
“I’m not a fighter.”
“I’m not asking you
I want you to learn how to defend yourself. I know you’re seeing Dr.
Randall for your problems, so I’m going to talk to him about getting
something like jujitsu, karate, or something like that. I think the
aspects of the Eastern martial arts will help you, too. Geoff, you’re a
kid. I think we need to help you. Okay?”
“Sure, I guess.”
“Good, now I think
you went home. Maybe we’ll have a better day tomorrow.”
He offered his hand
shook it, trying to remember not to give him the dead fish my father