Whatwaswhizz, anyway? And would it fix my current state of mind?
I watched him for several minutes. Some people bought off him, others didn’t. I was amazed that he was just openly selling this shit in the street. Surely, he should be making some kind of effort to avoid law enforcement? Or did they avoid this area? That would be good.
I stood up and moved toward the seller. Put my hand in my pocket. Was about to try to buy some of his wares when three other men ran up to him, knocked him to the ground, and began kicking him.
“You owe us money, asshole!” one of them shouted.
Turning my back, I walked away. This was not the kind of situation I needed to get involved in. I wasn’t a hero. I was someone who had twenty-five years of practice at not getting killed over someone else’s cause.
“Hey you!”
“Aw, fuck.” They’d noticed me.