Chapter 25

“How about this place?” Dean asked.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Ashanti said with disdain.

“What? What’s wrong with it? Looks pretty nice to me,” one of the other guys chimed in.

“It’s a fuckin’ fag bar, you idiot. You want to go in and be hit on and groped by a bunch of queer perverts?”

Adam felt himself tense.

“Maybe we should go in and see what they’re up to. Maybe get a chance to rough ‘em up a bit,” another player put in with a dirty sounding laugh.

“Knock it off you guys,” Brendan said. “Live and let live. Come on; let’s find somewhere to have a drink.”

“Freaks like that shouldn’t be allowed to live,” Ashanti said as the group moved off.

“That’s what they used to say about blacks, too,” Brendan said.

Ashanti whirled around to face Brendan. Adam froze. “You sayin’ African Americans and faggots are in the same category?” Ashanti shot back, anger clearly etched in his words.

“All I’m sayin’ is attitudes change as we learn more about life.”