—the second he walked in our
tough-guy routines were over.
Everyone was terrified. We all
stared at him. “Oh, fuck...”
For whatever reason this guy
was half naked when the cops
picked him up. He was wearing
clothes the police had scrounged up
for him at the station, this torn-up
wifebeater that was way too small,
pants so short on him they looked
like capris. He looked like a black
version of the Incredible Hulk.
This guy went and sat alone in
the corner. Nobody said a word.
Everyone watched and waited,
nervously, to see what he would do.