“Why are you doing all these nice 
things, Randy?” I had to ask. “I don’t 
even know you?”                        
     He thought about it for a minute, 
and finally said, “I know you don’t    
want to talk about it, but at the time,
I didn’t like you. Not one bit, and I  
wanted to take you out back and pistol 
whip you unconscious, and then pistol  
whip you again when you woke up, be-   
cause that’s what I thought you really 
deserved.                              
     “Honestly Crim, I was keeping a   
close watch on you, hoping to get you  
on something good, but after a year...”
he said, stopped, and then sat down    
next to me, like we were old buddies.  
     After a couple seconds, he changed
the subject, “I voted for that Initia- 
tive thing. What was it, Prop 216?” he 
* said, and then laughed, “I always won-   
dered how they figured that out?”      
     “Figured what out?”               
     “The Proposition number. Does     
someone shuffle a deck, and then three 
other people pick a card?”             
     “I think in this case, they were  
trying to predict how many votes it’d  
get, and they were damn close,” I said,
and then added, “But, it wouldn’t have 
helped anyway. It was weak and very    
badly written, but I figured it was    
better than doing nothing.”            
     We sat there for a minute, before 
Johnson continued with his original    
thought, “After the election, you’d    
gotten the farm and was starting to    
work with Barry, and I could see that  
you weren’t just pretending. You really
were trying to make amends, and that’s 
when I started hating you a whole lot  
less.                                  



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