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Line Of Sight before/after The first days on the job at the RTC the kids look at you like some kind of dumb animal and you are, really. They know what happens what you can and cant do much more than you. They know exactly where you can see, and more importantly, where you cant. So theres GregO, giving blowjobs in the back toilet. I didn't know it then. I suppose I still don't know it for certain but putting the peices of the puzzle together, it seems pretty obvious now. It happens when you cage predetors and prey in the same box. Little ol' grego. Always willing to swing on anybody. Eighty pounds of anger and blue eyes. They picked him up wandering the neighborhood with a forty four magnum, gun was bigger than he was. "They took my bike, what was I supposed to do?" he said. Then later in the night had hallucinations about his sister that died in a snowmobiling accident. Cried himself to sleep every night. "Oh, that's my Yo-yo!" his mother would say at family time, laughing like a frantic village idiot, "He popped out, and dangled there from the umbilical cord, just like a Yo-yo! That's why we call him YO-YO! A HAHAHAH!" Yeah. Met his dad once, musician, drummer. Tried to tell him to visit his kid, right after one of his shows at a local bar, I tracked him down. He looked at me with deeply stoned eyes rolling in his head, the whiskey reeked on his breath, and said, "Yeah, I been meanin' to tell the little guy somethin', somethin' about how things really is, 'cause he gotsa' KNOW." Yeah. How it really is. He got out. Knocked a girl up. (What self respecting human that must be, to let a spastic spider monkey like him climb on top of her for five seconds. The miracle of childbirth is spreading.) He's doing time for car theft.
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