CHAPTER 10

The man shoves the girl behind him and grinned at me. He was a husky-looking blonde who must have played football before his muscle faded to drooping fat. "Leave the fuck here," was said.

I turn around and run down the street without knowing where I'm going; all I know is that I have to keep moving until the world stops being as terrible as it is right now.

Then perhaps I'll stop.

Or I could just keep running indefinitely.

I dash across a street, passing by the pubs and restaurants as I pursue the pulsating bass from a bar or club that must be on one of the side streets. Townhouses blur in front of me.

Many people look at me. women with life-threatening amounts of perfume, tight clothes, and high heels. I'm travelling too quickly, so instead of making me sneeze as I should, the aroma just piques my nostrils. Men admire the women while puffing on cigarettes. However, not everyone is out tonight to party.

Some people walk slowly, with their backs rounded, eyelids drooping, and plastic b