Blog: Time, Place, Form and Event Part 8 - 2018-05-06
Chapter 43 Blazer guy, his driver, Sean, Ryan, Roxy, and I sat lined up on the sidewalk outside Jupiter Donuts. The first rays of the sun flicked over the horizon as the street filled up with early morning commuters. Ryan had refused medical assistance for his fucked-up nose and the six cops had holstered their guns. Gray-haired stared down at me, his hands on his hips. His hair was the grayest and he wore an extra chevron on his sleeve. "Do you?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, I don't want press charges, either. I just want to go home."