”“I need road gravel ... my driveway is gonna kill me.”“And you are where?”“You know the Log Cabin past the ninety curves on Wolf Creek?�...“Yes I do.”“That drive,” I said.Under his breath I heard him say, “Christ, that’s a long bastard.”“Yes ... it’s a long bastard,” I agreed.“Sorry, about that.”“Can you grade it ... and roll?”“You want Taylor to build you a new driveway? What kind of gravel do you want us to use?”“What do you mean?”“Taylor has access to several kinds of aggregate. Each type has. "Hiya, teach. We're gonna have a little fun, you and me. Know what? I'm gonna filet you, just like a fuckin' fish. I'm gonna gut you from collar to crotch, or maybe from crotch to collar. You gotta preference, teach?" He then giggled and made a feint toward John who danced out of his way."Not bad, teach. You move pretty good, but that ain't gonna help you. No way out here, teach. Take a look around you, this is where you gonna croak," and he giggled again.John knew that he was in trouble. He. Atleast the prettier ones." She nudged Tyler playfully. "I mean, I'drather be with a man, but, well, that's neither here nor there. Second,I've seen some really weird stuff since I started workin' here. Lesbiansain't no big deal at all. A girl gettin' with another girl ispractically vanilla, compared to some of the crazy things I've seen anddone out here on Beta. So don't worry yourself none about what I think.Maybe tell Jackson about it, if she doesn't already know." She knows," Tyler. Probably out of respect. Or the fact they didnt find assholes amusing. Whichever it was, I was glad that some people knew my position. Joining in the middle of first semester, when the cliques had formed, was the last thing I wanted to happen. Outcast in this world of mainstream-ness, chinos, converse and snapbacks, I sheltered in the subtle fact that my imaginary Prince Charming had killed everyone of the laughing asses. He had charged in with an AK47, blasted the shit out of them, kissed me.