Chapter 25

To fight this, he reminded himself of the reasonhe went to work—namely to pay his bills, which were mostly his rent, food and the books that filled his apartment. In books, adventure was just exciting; it didn’t hurt so much—although he had to admit that he wasn’t feeling much pain at the moment.

He was almost at Mario’s when he became aware that the sense of detachment from the pain was diminishing.

Damn!

He had to stop himself from touching the injury, and then a picture flashed in his mind, of the scene of the shooting, the moment he had been shot. It seemed strange and unreal now. A moment later another thought burst upon him.

What hadthey done to that man, to Garner’s regular?

Oh, my God!

He stopped walking and closed his eyes, realizing with horrified self-reproach that he had completely forgotten about that. And now emotions flooded him, and more thoughts. Gnarly!Then: I’m all over the place!