Chapter 8“Thank you for letting me go home and change,” Manny said once he sat down with Chandler at the bar around the corner from his apartment. He’d already nursed one beer before Manny arrived; though Manny had said yes right away to his invitation, his dark eyes bright with joy, he’d needed at least two hours to prepare. One to finish up his shift, and then another to go home and ‘become a real person and not a solider.’ Or rather, a security guard.
Manny went on after ordering himself a drink, “I couldn’t stand going anywhere dressed as a guard. Or dressed in the same colors. Even green’s too much like fatigues sometimes. I’d end up standing like I would on duty and then everyone tries to get me to be their bouncer.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.” Manny nodded slowly. “It’s hard sometimes.
