SQUIRRELY

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John Mahoney. SQUIRRELY

SQUIRRELY. John Mahoney

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

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I dedicate this work to those who supported me most: my wife, Valerie, my son Ryan and daughter-in-law, Saraphin, and my son David. Without their constant urging, the story of my alter-ego would have remained forever in my head, and not in print. Never let it be said that there is not a lot of power behind the phrase, “Shut up and write!”

Seventeen months and nine days. That’s how much time I spent in Vietnam. I would’ve been there longer if I hadn’t been wounded. I didn’t want to come home. I was there to do a job, and I wanted to finish it. But the army—in its infinite stupidity—decided I was of no more use to them. So they sent me packing to the land of the big PX. First Hawaii, then Oakland, then finally McGuire Air Force Base in New Jersey.

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With that in mind, I decided I would never, never, never get a job where I had to deal with customers.

All the aggravation of the day melted when I met John at Henry’s. I unwound with a couple of shots and beer. John seemed content to nurse one beer. He had a lot to tell me. Work was going well for him. He worked mostly days now, and I thought that meant his nights were spent with Birdface. He admitted he was not able to see Birdie everyday because he was going to night school.

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