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American Outlaw
Book: American Outlaw Read Online Free
Author: Jesse James
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demanded, “Let me see those gloves!”
    “Huh? Why?” I had been hitting kids so hard, they fell back, unable to breathe.
    “Because I got a pretty good feeling they’re filled with
sand.

    He proceeded to produce a pocketknife and slash both of my gloves open—there was no sand, of course. All they contained was an oversized, angry fucker.
    Football attracts all the crazies, for some reason. Gil Lake, my coach when I was kid, was absolutely out of his tree. He was the guy who taught me how to be mean.
    Gil’s specialty was a drill called the Gauntlet, where all the kids on the team would line up about ten yards apart, and one by one, they’drun in and give one kid a hit. You always give the guy taking the hits a few moments between each knock, so he can recover—that’s just the way you do the drill. But when I would get up there, it was different.
    “GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!” Gil screamed. He was bombarding me with all the kids, not allowing them to give me a second between hits, even if they wanted to. It was like this crazy mosh pit, but with everyone in the pit trying to slam just one dude. He kept it going until I was on the ground. When one of the kids hesitated, Gil went nuts. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU FUCKING HIT HIM ANYWAY!!!” So the rest of the kids proceeded to run up and hit me after I was on the ground.
    Pretty soon, that kind of treatment made me tough. That guy made me into a monster. Soon enough, during hitting drills, I began to notice kids changing places in line, so they didn’t have to face me. That was when I knew I was good—when I realized people were scared of me.
    Day of the big game. Gil went up to the other kids, all solemn and quiet and respectful. “I want you to have a good game, son, I need you to play tough for me . . .” You could see the encouraging effect of his voice. But then he came to me, last in line. He got up in my face,
grabbed
me. “YOU
MOTHERFUCKER
!” he growled. I looked up at him, terrified. His fingers dug into my shoulders. “YOU
MOTHERFUCKER
! YOU GET THE FUCK OUT THERE AND I WANT YOU TO KILL SOMEONE ON EVERY PLAY! WHAT DID I JUST SAY TO YOU?!”
    “Kill someone!”
    “THAT’S RIGHT!! IF YOU DON’T KILL SOMEONE ON EVERY PLAY, I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL
YOU
!! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT
THAT
??”
    “I’LL KILL THEM!!”
    “WELL GODDAMMIT THEN, FUCKER—LET ME HEAR YOU
ROAR
!!!”
    “RAAAAAAAARRRR!”
I roared like a fucking beast. I getgoose bumps just remembering it, because he totally got inside my head. I was so malleable, I really would have killed for him.
    ——
     
    When high school started, I was sent to La Sierra, the crappiest public school in Riverside. The city had three nice schools, but those were not for me. I had grown even more over the summer, and although my face was still covered in acne, I was feeling less awkward in my own frame. I was still pretty shy and nervous when I wasn’t on the football field, but Bobby was right there by my side.
    “James, we really hit the big time now. These high school girls are gonna shit when they see us.”
    “Yeah, right,” I said. First days were the worst, when you walked through unfamiliar hallways, not knowing anyone.
    “I’m dead serious, Jess. God, I look so damn handsome, I’m gonna get laid a
ton
this year. That’s all I’m saying. Tell you what, after I take the virginity of a few chicks, I’ll pass ’em right over to you. How does that sound?”
    I sighed. “I heard some guys on the football team want to kick our asses.”
    That whole summer, there had been some chatter about how me and Bobby thought we were too tough for our own good, how we were going to get taught a lesson once we got to school. No one wants a freshman stealing his thunder, so I could see why the guys on the team might not have dug us all that much.
    “So?” Bobby asked. He seemed genuinely confused as to why I would give it a second thought. A cute girl in tight jeans walked by, and
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