In a way, it did seem like poetic 
justice, and maybe that's what I really
did deserve. Shit, that’s exactly what 
I deserved, but those thoughts disap-  
peared when D handed me the thousand   
dollars and paid for what seemed like  
the next four dozen drinks.            
     Luckily for me, I didn’t drunkenly
talk about what I did, but regardless, 
I was late getting started the next    
day. The folks at the Initiative group 
didn’t care, especially after I handed 
them the twelve hundred dollars from   
the night before.                      
     When I walked through the door    
today, I didn't see D anywhere. I waved
at Joe and asked if I could use the pay
phone in the back. He gave me the ok   
sign, followed by two fingers. That    
meant, did I also want a shot and beer?
*      I nodded yes and went through the   
kitchen door to the back where the     
public pay phone was, right next to the
restrooms and fire exit. I liked to use
that one rather than the one in the    
kitchen.                               
     I called D, and then gave him the 
code for where I was, "I’m at the      
House".                                
     "I'll be right over," was all he  
said, and in less than two minutes, we 
were sitting down and doing the shot   
that I’d yet to pay for. Joe had for-  
gotten to charge me again. I guess, he 
must still think he owes me money.     
     Maybe he’s right, but I didn’t    
care and hid a couple crumpled up twen-
ties inside one of the clean glasses   
that were lined up in front of me.     
     D immediately drank his right     
down. His motto was, "Liquor first,    
then business.”                        



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