How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
Whether because they were backing me up or just too nervous to speak, it’s hard to say.
“You know,” said the black guy, “I’ve had just about enough of you.” He moved his hand along his waist.
I noticed their weapons for the first time. The black guy had an axe. Only a small one, a hatchet I guess, but it looked like it could do some serious damage. Golden Boy had a sword. Yes, a real sword. I don’t think he got it from the handouts earlier, so he must have found it or bought it.
“Easy, Dag,” said Golden Boy. “No need for that.”