Day 07

Poetry – safety

My safety is guaranteed, Mike thought. Who would think a guy like me would ever go to a poetry reading? Hopefully no one. there’s no one following now, they’re probably looking for me in the bar five streets over where the Judas Priest cover band is playing. I grabbed a ball cap from a street vendor and switched jackets with a homeless guy.

Home free. At least for now I am. This taxi here will get me to the train station. I hailed the cab and it pulled to the curb. Ten seconds after getting in I found out I was wrong. The cabbie pulled a gun on me and two other guys got in, both with guns. That’s the last memory I have of freedom.