Skinhead Talk

Jason walked me to the back stairway after telling me that he needed to talk to me.  I agreed to talking, because I knew my continued presence at the show would just fuck things up for my boy Squats.  We opened the heavy steel door and walked down to the bottom of the stairs, where the music was just a faint rumble.  Clint stood there looking at us and we looked back at him.

“Hey Clint, my boy Jason here needs to talk to me about something real important, so I’d appreciate it if maybe you moved your security detail outside.”

“Oh, hey Bubs, yeah, uh, I’m not really security per se.  I’m collecting for beers for after the show, if you know what I mean.”  Clint laughed

“Clint.  Outside.  Please.”  I asked

“Alright, alright.  If you was any other skin, I’d be like ‘you don’t know me,’ but ya know, I respect you and shit…”

“Go.” I said

Clint walked out the door and leaned against the steel L tracks, bobbing his head to the faint music coming from upstairs.

“Whatchu gotta say ‘bout your boy Rusty?” I asked

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him…”

“Well, I know what he’s gotten into.  He’s dick deep into Terri’s kid sister!” I responded

“I mean; I don’t know why he’s so attracted to that.  But he’s not what I want to talk to you about.”

“I’m listening.”

“Diane has been asking me about joining Terror for a while now and like, things at home are a little harry right now and things at school aren’t so great…”

“So what, you think we’re gonna fix that for you?”

“No, no.  What I mean is, I can deal with that on it’s own, but like, losing Rus to those white power fucks – I can’t handle that.  I really feel like this is something I wanna do.”

“You know that there’s a lot of trust that needs to be earned right?” I asked “You know that you just don’t walk into Terror because you happen to be Mexican and get special treatment right?”

“Of course.”

“You know that this ain’t about gettin’ you pussy and into shows for free, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course not.  I just remember what it was like a few years ago, being a young Mexican kid in this scene and these fuckin’ CLAS guys hassling anyone who wasn’t white.”

“I can understand that.  Come by the Factory later.  The touring bands are staying with us.”

“I gotta drive my buddy home but…”

“That kid with the camera, right?”  I asked

“Well, swing on back after you drop him.”

“Ok!”

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