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Steiner is out on parole as of yesterday. Chevy is out on parole as of today.
He was released from the hospital and is on antibiotics. The doctors told him he shouldn’t travel.
We’re all in the airport right now, ready to make our destination to Texas. I have no idea where my son even is in Texas. Isn’t this the biggest state in the United States?
Chevy, Steiner and I have been looking through Texas phone books, looking for a Debbie Simpson and a Jack Simpson; Michelle’s parents.
“Dallas! Here! RIGHT HERE!” Steiner shouts from a computer screen in an airport cafe. Chevy and I rush over to look over his shoulder. Steiner is scribbling down and address and a phone number.
We walk over to Southwest airlines and book 3 tickets for the earliest flight out to Dallas.
“You gonna be alright to fly, Chev?” I look at my friend, who looks pale.
“I’m fine, man. Just sore. I’m scared of flying is all.”
“You and me both.” Steiner looks around at all the airport security.
“Earliest flight we have is in 15 minutes….if you can make it.” The lady says.
I glance over at the security gate and see a small line.
“Go wait on line, I’ll buy them.” Steiner tells us.
Chevy and I make way towards the line,
Steiner catches up to us five minutes later and we make it past security and towards our gate with three minutes to spare.
The flight was nice, we all slept most of the way and woke up when we were flying over Dalls. Steiner had asked a man on the plane if he could use his laptop to look up an address and the man let him. The house in Dallas is ten minutes from the airport. Walking distance.
After we exit the airport, we make way towards the house.
“We should get a taxi.” I say, looking around to flag one down.
“It’s fine, man.” Chevy reassures me and we continue walking.
Withint twenty minutes and getting lost three times, we’re standing in front of the house.
The Texas weather is hot and humid and we’re all dripping with sweat.
“No matter what the outcome, I appreciate you guys supporting me and being by my side from day one.” I tell the guys.
“You would do the same. You DID the same.” Chevy patted me on the back. The two guys sat on the curb as I made my way up the driveway and knocked on the door.
Debbie, a tall blonde with brown eyes opened up the front door.
Her face looked as if she saw a ghost when she saw me.
“I was let out on parole. I didn’t do anything, Mrs. Simpson.” I say, not blinking.
“You need to leave before I call the police.” She closes the door.
At that moment, Chevy shoves his foot in the doorway, so she can’t close it.
“He wants to see his son. He has every right.”
Debbie looks from me, to Chevy, to Steiner and says “hold on.”
She shuts the door and we stand there, afraid she’ll call the police on us and we’ll all end up in the slammer. Even more so because being on parole, we can’t leave the state.
She comes out a few seconds later and hands me a piece of paper.
“Go there.” and shuts the door and locks it behind her.
We arrive at an apartment building severl minutes later, it’s just down the street from her house.
I walk up to apartment b17 and knock on the door.
“Coming!” I hear Joshua call out. I get a lump in my throat.
“Who is it?”
“Dad. Josh Vascetti.” I call out.
He swings the door open and throws his arms around my legs.
I pick him up and wrap him in a tight embrace.
“I’ve missed you.”
The rest of the story, doesn’t really matter. Yes, Michelle gave me hell, but she’s allowing me custody. I get Joshua every summer, she gets him year round – but I still get to see him during the year. The judge said he can decide who he wants to live with when the time comes. I live in a condo in Texas now, 4 years later – with my best friends Steiner and Chevy. We own a business, supplying the town with air conditioning and central air. For three guys who didn’t know each other 6 years ago, and went down the wrong path, we sure as hell were there for each other every step of the way.
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