Music cut through the wall, and bright began with me, and my eyes opening. From the back of a crowd, I could hear the whacks and thuds and thwacks, the quacks for help of a nice kid getting beat to shit. Ripe everything and garlic, steamed into a million particles in the air. He takes everything slow, like leisure is an art known only to him. He was so much like me that I imagined walking away might rescue him from the situation. So completely unaware.