And so when I went downstairs to the lobby, it was no surprise; that Marvin Gardens guy was there. He was leaned up against the wall, smacking on his chewing gum, trying to look like shady tough shit. When I approached him, he gave me another broken ass smile.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I yelled at him, not dropping my pace. I was practically running at this guy. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but I'm not going to play by your fucking games anymore." I raised my fist -- I was going to hit this dude in the face.
And that's when it hit me.
Well, actually that's when someone hit me. In the back of the head.
The lights went out.
And our hero slept.
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