Panting heavily some minutes later, I watched my would-be assailant limp-run away from me, swearing loudly and calling me a crazy person. As if I had been the one with the gun. And body odor. But he may have had a point.
I hadn’t realized there was so much anger inside me. All the frustration and desperation from a day gone s**t-side up had come out in my fists, and the kicks to the guy’s ribs…I disgusted myself.
The apartment building was too close and too far away at the same time. I took a breath and trudged toward it, praying not to collapse before I reached the lobby.
“Hey man, you okay?” a deep voice said.
I stopped and turned toward the speaker. There was a guy leaning against a nondescript car parked at the curb in front of my destination, staring at me. I could barely make out
