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when I got to her house around three. It was a no harm, no foul deal, as I saw it, and I
was ready to blow it all off.
That wasn‟t Ken‟s take, not by any means. From what I was told, he was still
hiding in his room at his parents‟ house, considering taking his life.
We all talked about it, and I had an idea. Once we thrashed out the details, a few
of us headed for Ken‟s house to enact it. Bill Palmer had to go in first. He let slip part of
the story I came up with, just enough to entice Ken to let the rest of us inside. I wanted
witnesses to what I had in mind, both to add credibility for Ken, and to back me up, in
case he didn‟t believe the whopper I‟d concocted.
When I saw Ken, I almost screwed it up with my astonished reaction. His entire
face was varying shades of purple, yellow, and an ugly tinge of red. His nose was a good
two times normal size, broken more than once. His eyes were still so swollen he could
barely see. From the way he moved, I‟m certain I broke a few of his ribs. He even had
bruises visible where his shirt collar hung open. I figured, if a cop saw this man, I was
going to jail, for sure.
I didn‟t have a mark on me. The only blow Ken ever scored was that first shot to
my chin, and it wasn‟t even that sore the next day.
I know Bob Chouinard was with us, and I think Dave Chouinard was the other
one, along with Bill Palmer. When I got started with my story for Ken, they collectively
backed me up, affirming every piece of bullshit I fed this poor, beaten man.
I began by asking Ken for his forgiveness. He was surprised and told me he
didn‟t know what there was to forgive. We convinced him he was so drunk he didn‟t
realize it was actually me who started the fight. Worse, after all that happened, and
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