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when he was discovered by the firemen who answered the call about a trash can fire, it got to be even bigger.  ā€˜Cause now there was a mystery involved.

I kept tabs on it from Vegas.  Anything that happens in L-A is important to that town.  A lot was said about how he was in a ā€œcatatonic shock.ā€  Anā€™ how heā€™d been ā€œbrutalizedā€ anā€™ ā€œtreated viciously.ā€  Anā€™ on anā€™ on, but not one word about him beinā€™ raped.  I donā€™t know if they didnā€™t find it out when he was examined by a doctor ā€” oh, but they must have!  He was torn up pretty good; I noticed bloodstains on the Malibuā€™s seat anā€™ worked like a bitch to get ā€˜em off.  So maybe the cops were just keepinā€™ it quiet, till they found out who did it.  Whatever the reason, that little detail stayed out of the papers.

He ā€œemerged from catatoniaā€ a couple days after he was found, but his mind was blank as to what happened.  Experts yammered on anā€™ on ā€˜bout how he just didnā€™t want to remember.  That his mind was blockinā€™ something horrible.  The mystery of it all -- anā€™ the fact that he was good-lookinā€™ anā€™ had an adorable wife anā€™ three adorable kids -- made the city go nuts.  They sent him a thousand teddy bears anā€™ ten million flowers anā€™ started funds to help his kids through college.  Anā€™ they lit candles anā€™ held anti-violence, anā€™ we-love-our-police marches anā€™ did everything they could to make him feel better.  Anā€™ when he eventually wound up on disability ā€˜cause he wasnā€™t able to handle his duties as a cop, these same freaks paid off his mortgage anā€™ his cars anā€™ his credit cards anā€™ even the hospital bills not covered by the department.

What a weird fuckinā€™ world we live in.  I couldnā€™t get anyone, not even a fuckinā€™ priest, to help me when I got out of County.  Not one fuckinā€™ dimeā€™s worth of encouragement.  But those same fuckers did back-flips over some cop who got hurt.  A homophobic prick whoā€™d been an asshole to fags for years.  If I hadnā€™t been feelinā€™ so confused ā€˜bout my feelinā€™s over Shayes, Iā€™d of gone back anā€™ ripped him a new one.

No.  No I wouldnā€™t of.  Not really.  Deep down, I was glad heā€™s gettinā€™ taken care of.

But I was confused.  I felt towards him like I never felt towards anybody, not even Connie.  Itā€™s like this -- this hole was dug in behind my heart anā€™ was layinā€™ there empty anā€™ I couldnā€™t tell you why.  If it was ā€˜cause of what Iā€™d done or ā€˜cause of my new title in life or ā€˜cause of all Iā€™d lost.  Or if it was just ā€˜cause I missed the son-of-a-bitch.  Shit, that couldnā€™t be love, could it?  Could I really be a fag?  A homosexual.  A man who loved men?  I dunno.  I -- I still looked at women on TV like Iā€™d like to fuck ā€˜em.  I still get the hots for this one dark-haired bitch on some comedy show I saw.  Even though sheā€™s like ten years olderā€™n me anā€™ I really go for blonds.  I even missed beinā€™ with Connie anā€™ wished I could find some way of gettinā€™ back to her, even though I know itā€™s impossible, now.  Sheā€™d never put up with this shit.  Never accept it.  That was over anā€™ done with, forever.  But even knowinā€™ how much Iā€™d screwed that up, anā€™ run Connie out of my life doinā€™ it, I knew that hole wasnā€™t there ā€˜cause of it.  It was just...there.  Anā€™ I was frozen.  Iā€™d made it to Vegas, but now I was locked in my hotel room, unable to move or sleep or even think, I was so lost.  All I did was watch TV anā€™ live off Cokes anā€™ crackers.

As for Wayne anā€™ Lenny, they were found a couple days later.  Seems they owned this porno video store on Melrose -- yā€™know, they never did tell men how they made a livinā€™ -- anā€™ when they didnā€™t show up to get the nightā€™s income two morninā€™s in a row, their manager got worried anā€™ went over anā€™...well, talk about another big news item.  But no one seemed to connect them with Shayes.  Or me, even though now that I was thinkinā€™, again, I was kickinā€™ myself for leavinā€™ behind hundreds of fingerprints anā€™ my blood mingled with theirs anā€™ God only knew what else.

But none of it mattered, finally.  ā€˜Cause four days later, one paper quoted the cops as sayinā€™ there were still some other cameras in that shed.  Besides the three I knew about.  They were hidden in corners anā€™ really small but still took good pictures anā€™ got some good shots of everything that happened around that chain in the ceilinā€™.  Anā€™ on that bed.  Anā€™ that chair.  Anā€™ that horse.  Everything.  Some of it in glorious close-up.  Anā€™ thatā€™s on top of a couple of full tapes out of those cameras.  Seems all Iā€™d taken was their third load.  They mentioned it to show they had some leads.  But when I heard about that -- shit, I knew I was done.

Sure enough, my old mug shot from Mid-State flashed onto the news the next day.  ā€œWanted for questioning.ā€  ā€œPerson of interest.ā€  I may be dumb, but I ainā€™t stupid.  I was stayinā€™ in this piece of shit motel on the east side of Vegasā€™ airport.  One of those cribs where thereā€™re more bars on the windows than you find in prison.  Where you know the copsā€™ll stop by sooner or later anā€™ the clerkā€™ll turn you without even lookinā€™ up from his ā€œPlayboy.ā€

Everything got real clear, after that.  I left the motel room, bought some new clothes, then came back anā€™ showered anā€™ shaved.  Then I went over on the strip anā€™ had a decent meal at the Paris -- my first since before that

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