Ronnie had been forced to do many things in his life. When he was 15, his father pinned him down to the ground and shaved off his long brown wavy locks with Wahl electric clippers. It didn't keep Ronnie from sneaking out to a Retarded Elf show that night. The next day at school he got called a skinhead and even had to go to the principal's office to explain what had happened and that he wasn't a racist.
No one had ever gotten Ronnie to eat fishsticks until Laura. Ronnie, now 25, was making sandwiches at Thunder Cloud across the street from Deep Eddy. One night during close, Laura, a co-worker, drunkenly prommised Ronnie a handjob if he ate a whole box of fishsticks. They'd both had four or five beers each. Ronnie ran across the street to the Chevron and bought a box Mrs. Paul's. He microwaved and wolfed down the crusty fish in the backroom. Laura switched off the neon open sign and turned off all but the security lights. Ronnie smiled as Laura prepared to fill her end of the bargain.
His vomit came unexpectedly.