THE JUMP SEAT
It all started one warm California night when I was 18 years old. After an evening at the club an older guy offered me a ride back to my quarters. Didn’t know that there was a double meaning to the ride thing. When you get right down to it could have walked the two blocks faster. He found a place to park between two cars where we were out of sight in front of my building. Didn’t even think this was strange at the time. He turned off the engine, and just left the radio playing. He had...