The Good Homosexual - Part Two

DOS

It was a quiet night for the most part, until a shiny car with dark windows turned the corner two blocks away and started thumping its way towards Miguel. It was an inky black muscle car, so new and clean that it glowed and flickered in the light of the street lamps as it came nearer. Miguel stopped and admired it for its beauty as it pulled close.

Then the car itself stopped. The doors opened, the music got even louder, and three tall young men got out. They wore small white sleeveless shirts, blue jeans and brand new white shoes. Miguel fixed his eyes on their shoes immediately, for he saw that the young men wore expressions of anger. He turned quickly away from the car and started to walk again. “What is up, Izzy?” The freckled one said, blocking Miguel with a swarthy forearm and a hard smile that rested only lightly on his lips.

“Lo siento, no intiendo, no quiero dificultades…” Miguel apologized as he tried to step by but was cut off with a “Fuck right, you don’t want trouble” and a hard fist to his face. His head cracked back and Miguel fell hard to the pavement and then the beating began in earnest. Angry blows and words rained down on him until blood ran all in his eyes and he felt consciousness slip away. For a brief moment he wondered “porque?” and then everything disappeared into a throbbing unconsciousness.