I looked up from the magazine.

– Hey is there a problem here Im unaware of? Am I not allowed to develop new interests and tastes? So I never really got into horror before, so its a new thing, is that supposed to mean something? I mean, fuck, its just fun is all.

Po Sin grunted.

– People getting hacked up and tortured and mutilated is fun. Shits disgusting.

I put the magazine in front of my face.

– Says the man with a van full of bloody rags and dirty needles and shit-stained sheets and used condoms and wads of tampons.

He pulled the magazine from my hands and flipped through it, looking at the pictures.

– Some nasty stuff in here.

– Doesnt bother me.

He looked at me, nodded, and kicked the side of the biohazard canister.

– Give me a hand with this. Come out and get the empty.

I rolled off the couch.

– Like Im everyones slave today.

Chev was scribbling in the appointment book, back on the phone.

– With a sunset behind it, yeah, sure.

I followed Po Sin out the door.

– Ask her if she wants the dolphin snagged in a gill net or drowning in an oil spill.

Chev showed me his middle finger.

Outside, Po Sin was at the back of the Clean Team van, opening the doors. I set the canister on the edge of the curb.

He waved me closer.

– Bring it here.

I picked it back up.

– Maaan.

I brought it over to him and caught a face-full of the reek pouring out of the sun-baked rear of the van.

– Holy Jesus! Motherfuck.

He took the canister from me and snugged it in with several others and snapped a bungee cord around them to keep them from shifting.

– Hows that for a gross-out?

I waved a hand in front of my face.

– Dude, thats some nasty shit.

He took an empty canister from a rack and passed it to me.

– Things are supposed to be airtight.

– Theyre not.

– No shit.

He slammed the doors closed and leaned his back against them, the polarized lenses of his glasses darkening.

– So. Still no work.

I lifted the empty canister.

– Working plenty.

Chev came out of the shop and lit up.

– Dont listen to him, he aint worked in over a year.

Po Sin looked up at the sky.

– Been that long?

I spat in the gutter.

– Its been awhile.

I pointed at Chev.

– And dont listen to his bullshit. I work all the time. I mean, whos been doing the laundry? Cleaning the dishes? Cooking? Whos been running all your errands and fetching lunch and taking your truck to be washed?

Chev knocked ash from his smoke.

– Yeah, and whos been paying your rent and covering the groceries and the PGE and the cable and the water and the gas and every other little thing that comes up?

– Ive been kicking in.

Chev watched a couple Korean girls in midi tank tops walk out of the French cafй up Melrose.

– Mean your moms been kicking in.

– Any of your business?

The girls disappeared into a shoe store and he looked back at me.

– Only that shes not gonna carry you forever and you need to get a fucking job because the IOUs are piling up on the fridge.

– Ill get a job.

Po Sin tugged the end of his thin drooping moustache.

– Cant believe you cant get a job the way the schools need teachers.

Chev flicked his butt.

– He can get a job, they call him all the time. He could sub five days a week. He could go full-time again whenever he wants.

– Only I dont want to, asshole.

– You want to make a couple bucks, I got some work for a guy with a strong stomach for messed up shit.

I looked at Po Sin and squinted.

– What kind of work?

He looked at Chev and pointed at me.

– Know why he doesnt have a job? Because hes the kind of guy you offer him one and he asks what the work is.

He started for the cab of the van.

– He dont want to work.

I followed him around the van.

– I didnt say I dont want to work, I just asked what the job is.

Asking what the job was, that was actually a really smart idea. If Id pursued that line of questioning a bit further, things would have been considerably less complicated. Dug a little deeper into that line of inquiry, and I might have avoided the whole Whos the Asshole in the Motel Room contest that would crop up later.

But Po Sin wasnt interested in filling in blanks.

He stopped and faced me.

– Its cleaning shit up, is what it is. We got a packrat gig and one of my sets of hands is flaking on me and theres a load of shit to haul.

I squinted again.

– You mean literal shit?

– I mean stuff. Ten bucks an hour for hauling stuff. You want or not?

Chev came around the front of the van.

– He wants.

– Hey!

Chev put a finger in my face.

– He wants because the fridge is empty and its his turn to fill it and Im gonna start eating all my meals out so theres nothing for him to graze on, so if he wants to eat this week hell take the job.

Po Sin took a notepad from his back pocket and started scribbling with a nub of pencil from behind his ear.

– Good. Heres the address.

He handed me the paper.

– Seven in the AM. NO later.

– No problem, just swing by and pick me up.

Midway pulling himself up behind the wheel, Po Sin stopped.

– Pick you up? My ass. Drive yourself.

Chev shook his head.

– He doesnt have a car.

– I have a car.

– No, you dont.

– Yes I do. I have a great car. I have a classic nineteen-seventy-two Dat-sun five-ten.

– You have car parts. You do not, in fact, have a car.

– Yes I do. I have parts in sufficient quantity and variety that when assembled in their proper order they will constitute a car. I have, de facto, a car.

– You have a de facto pile of scrap in the driveway is what you have, dude.

Po Sin turned the key and the van started up.

– The bus is a buck fifty. You got a buck fifty?

I stuffed my hands in my pockets, looked somewhere else.

– I dont ride the bus.

Po Sin pointed at the number 10 stop, up at the corner.

– Public transportation is a wonderful thing. Saves money, saves the environment. Gets you to a paying job. Take the bus.

I started to open my mouth and Chev stepped in.

– Hes not riding the bus, Po Sin. He doesnt like the bus.

Po Sin looked at him. Looked at me. Looked away.

– Right. My bad. Thought maybe that had changed.

He looked at his watch.

– OK, I got a guy on the job, he can pick you up on the way. Be out front at six thirty and hell grab you.

Chev butted me with his shoulder.

– Yeah, Ill get him up and make sure he has his sack lunch and everything.

Po Sin pulled the door closed and put the van in gear.

– So, see you tomorrow. And wear your boots, there tend to be sharps all over the floor on these jobs.

The van pulled from the curb and we walked back up to the front of the shop.

Chev put his arm around my shoulders.

– Your first real job. Me and your mom are so proud.

– Fuck you, Im not going. Ill call Po Sin later and tell him not to send the guy.

– Yes, you are going. And to celebrate, me and your mom are gonna fuck like bunnies tonight.

I shrugged his arm off.

– Dont, man, thats not cool.

– Gonna fuck and fuck and fuck all night long.

– Dude, youre grossing me out.

He stopped at the door, pumping his groin at me.

– Gonna git our fuck aaawwwnnn.

I walked past him into the shop and locked the door. He grabbed the handle and shook it.

– Let me in, dick.

On the counter, his phone began to buzz and I picked it up.

– Want me to get it?

He stuck his finger against the glass.

– Do not answer that.

I looked at the number.

– Caller unknown. Probably a customer. Let me get this for you.