Greaves was a walking eyesore. People said Vic had the face only a mother could love. He owned a football player’s body and a basketball player’s height. From a stranger’s standpoint, he looked like a mean ex-con. That much was true. Vic served two years for aggravated assault. Vic treated his temper like it was a condition he was helpless to change. He was in and out of juvenile hall so many times for fighting, he didn’t graduate high school. Put that against his natural hot-headedness, and his job opportunities were limited. He currently worked as a guard outside a cheap strip club called “Bazooka’s” Friday and Saturday nights, out on the edge of town, and was a security guard outside a retail warehouse four nights a week. He worked road construction whenever the work was available. Anything to pay his bills and child support. He wasn’t all temper. His two girls were the true joy of his life. Those two little girls being the light against the dark.
