MotherFUCKERS! Who are they anyway? Buncha
pigs and pussies. Fuck ‘em all!
He staggered down the cement ramp to the parking lot.
The sun was gone but the merciless heat still filled the night. Christ.
He didn’t feel like going home yet, didn’t feel like facing Donna’s bruised,
miserable face.
He walked around to the back of the bar.
The sweet smell of marijuana greeted him on the other side. Two young
couples were hanging around the basement bulkhead, passing a joint. They turned
away and got quiet when they noticed Roland coming around the corner.
