Sammy-who-was-once-a-straghtedge was lying on the ground, unconscious or semi-conscious, and Mike Croop was kicking him repeatedly with his heavy black workboots. If he kept kicking Sammy much longer, Sammy would never wake up at all.
“Help, Chaos, this guy's killing him!” Jackie screamed in panic, and I realized I was going to have to intervene because Chaos was me. It's a stupid thing to call yourself, I'll give you that. But it was my street name, and the reason my band was called Chaos Factor. At first I had the impression that Jackie was standing next to someone else, then that she was completely alone – like I said, I was drunk.
But then my head was suddenly clear, as clear as main street at noon in summer – or so it felt for a few moments. I came running over across the parking lo
