HOSTAGE
My friend Roger who owned the trailer was not really a bad guy. He just seemed to know every bad guy in town. One of his associates was a guy named Jeff. Jeff was one of those guys who had more tattoos than teeth. He no doubt spent a good portion of his life locked up. Perhaps that was a good thing. Jeff had a huge attitude problem and his attitude seemed to enter the room about five minutes before him. He was only about two years older than me, but seemed to be so much worldlier in many...