Johnny and the Gang
Johnny was what you might call a clumsy bad-boy, that is to say, he wasn’t like the motorcycle gang who committed grisly crimes, but he wasn’t innocent either. And he owed a few members $6000-dollars in gambling depths. Harvey, the leader of the bunch of criminals–with their monstrous chrome motorcycles–had hung a man in Alaska for owing less, for what they considered less than this crime of owing money anyhow. This monstrously strong and obsessed man manipulated, rapped and lured young girls to their doom. Johnny had overheard a lot of his crimes, just drinking and playing cards with them; they’d take him to what they called their ‘After-hours-bar,’ at someone’s house. He had also witnessed unspeakable sexual abuses, and during a few occasions barely escaped having to commit crimes with them. On the other hand, he dated a waitress from another bar, one the gang hung out at, more so than the ‘Due-Drop-Inn,’ while Jill worked. And Tasma reluctantly continued to work part time at the Due-Drop-Inn, in lack of no other job.
Harvey’s friend, Randall was given the job to collect the money, or take his girl Jill and put her fingers and hands through a ringer-washing machine, which would brake them all up, leaving them disfigured for the rest of her life; this was an old way of maiming someone, but still allowing them to be functional with the other hand, and yet feeling the pain
Randall at one time was a gifted athlete until he got mixed up with the gang; he was drafted by a pro football team. Chosen by a known magazine as a centerfold, and worked in bars occasionally as a bouncer.
–In consequence, he lusted for unspeakable submission and violent vengeance, it was his high in life, and if it steel bite pro was women, men or beast, he was after–it was all the same to him.
And so, on one prearranged night they met and he told Johnny:
“My list of victims grows, and the police can’t catch me, and convict me, if they could, they would. And no matter how ugly my crimes may be in the future, I will not be a suspect very long, so I suggest you pay within ten days.”
Not many people could put fear into Johnny’s heart, but he did, in a horrified kind of way. It was but twenty-four hours after that meeting Johnny left for Minnesota in fear of this killing machine.
–It happened to be, Jill knew nothing of this meeting only a ting about owing money, but she did not connect that to his leaving; or Johnny’s fear of Randall; she knew only that he wanted to go back to Minnesota, perhaps because of the tension in the house, and she was to follow thereafter. In the meantime, Randall was apprehended on another conviction in which he made a detailed confession for less time to serve, and shocked the police department of what he had to say.
Johnny grabbed his check, $255-dollars, told Jill he’d send for her and caught the first bus to Minnesota, quicker than a heart beat. No, he did not explain, or really even tell her he owed the sum of over $6000-dollars to the gang members, he felt a bit unsafe to, escape was his only passion for the moment, nothing else.
[St. Paul, Minnesota] –Johnny, was riding his friend’s car, Jeff’s, by the Old Washington High School, when he unexpectedly saw his ex-wife at a playground with his son, sliding with him down a slope; he stopped the car and hurriedly went over to the fence and gazed at her some twenty feet away. She also was somewhat taken back by his abrupt presence. It was a chilly day, but not so chilly as not to play. For some odd reason they both seemed a little unemotional looking at one another, or at least that was Johnny’s perception of Sharon. He gave kind of a stumpy dumb wave, as a clown would, as she neared the fence, now to be used as a divider between them.
“I do hope you don’t mind, but where have you been all this time, and why did you simply get up and disappear?” said Sharon with some kind of a look that said–you should never have stopped by today.
“Out of town, Washington State,” he said pointedly, and with little emotion, but for some reason, caution mixed with it all. The kind that says should I even be here. She gave a deadly smile, or a happy jeer, not sure which one it was. As they exchanged a few more words, she seemed to smile a little more, and Johnny became less guarded and smiled back (like a spider to fly).
She commented, with a luring voice: “I live right up the street on Woodbridge, in that duplex, the blue one,” Johnny looked in the direction she pointed her extended hand to, and her finger snug in a glove at it. “Do you see it?” Johnny nodded yes. “Come down tonight, maybe we can have some fun, like we used to, no strings attached if you don’t want them.” She sounded sincere thought Johnny, and so forgiving. It kind of left him confused if not down right stumbling for lost words.