"Got me a backlog of Homos," he said, "You any good at sewing son?" No," I said."You do the cutting then," he says."What if I get it wrong?" I asked."...o I look like I care?" he asked, "You got a knife?"That's how I become an apprenticed plastic surgeon.First job I got was sorting silicon rubber tits, they come in pairs first off but Sam just had em all chucked in a sack, ok they all had sizes marked, like D, DD and Big, but some was pointy and some rounded and well old Sam never gave a. .. Be while we find jobs, and get back on our feet." She looked imploringly at me, and said, "Let's at least go look."I relaxed my shoulders, and said, "OK. Thanks, man."We followed him in the Volkswagen to the empty building, and carefully climbed the interior stairs, stepping around everything from human waste, to sleeping winos. Our guide turned left, off the stairway, into an open loft, that was littered with debris. No one lived there, and I had that sudden feeling that it was all a trap,. There was plenty of room for Emily to ride in style down to Florida. She had access to the Internet, a 4K TV and her bed looked plush and comfortable.The most notable improvement in everyone’s lives was the air conditioning. The hot Carolina sun baked Jerry’s trailer. The rusted aluminum construction acted like a conduit to trap heat. Once Mike cranked up the RV and we all started to cool off, everyone sighed with pleasure.Mike pointed to a couch in the center of the RV and said he had made. It was about two weeks after I had made my confession to Jim that the guys from church cornered me and said it was time to complete my final task before becoming a warrior. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I wouldn't like what I was about to do and it only became more prevalent when they led me to Billy's house and ordered me to change from my school clothes into a black sweat suit complete with a face covering ski mask. We then hurried off to our rendezvous spot. The.