My Prez thinks I betrayed his trust . . . but I didn’t.
I did the
only thing I could think of at the time. I went to the one person who just might believe my ass –
the national charter Prez, Rancid. Fortunately for me, he believed every word I told him and had
me lay low for a while.
The plan he made was foolish at best and got me in deeper shit than I
was in before.
I’m a dead man, but none of it matters when my eyes see the one thing
I’d gamble with.