My Prez thinks I betrayed his trust . . . but I didn’t.
I did the only thing I could think of at the time. I went to the one person who just might believe my ass – the national charter Prez, Rancid. Fortunately for me, he believed every word I told him and had me lay low for a while.
The plan he made was foolish at best and got me in deeper shit than I was in before. Now that Rancid’s gone, our new national charter Prez, Jameson having me patch into another charter. One where I’ll be free to be who I am. What a load of shit that is. Or at least, it’s what I thought.
I’m a dead man, but none of it matters when my eyes see the one thing I’d gamble with.