She was on the brink of tears. A complete failure, again. She steadied her shaky legs and looked back over her shoulder. Just in time to see Dan clim...bing over a high tin fence. Despite the fact that she was relatively short – 5’2 she managed to climb over the fence too. There was a deserted construction site on the other side. A six–storied unfinished building stood at the centre of the plot. The noise from the street was barely audible. Moira looked around her but could not spot Dan. She. I just got to town and didn’t even have a place to stay. “My ID, my clothes and all my money were in that bag. What am I going to do now? I’m stuck in a big city where I don’t know anyone. I should never have left Texas. At least there the cows don’t try to mug you and if one of them knocks you over, you know it was an accident.” “My name is James. James Marsters. Now at least you know one person in New York.” At the mention of his name, I looked up. I knew that voice had sounded familiar and. Then I attended to the other one. I kicked Thug #2 in the guts. He fell to the ground two lengths away with ruptured insides. He had hardly enough time to register his protest before he died. Then I broke Thug #1's neck and that left Mr. Adnan.I turned to Adnan, ex-policeman and professional ass-hole. I could hear the trickling of water as he released his bladder into his trouser leg. His jaw hung slack and he drooled. I could see that he was quivering like a leaf in a breeze."Why? What did I. That is why your mother seemed fairly unperturbed by your misfortunes at school. The fact that your own bands would switch off on Wednesday night or Thursday morning did not bother us because we knew your new ones would have switched on by then. And so, you would have still been going to school naked and ol’ Principal Maxwell Jordan couldn’t have done a thing about it. Your nudity would have had nothing to do with Lifestyle Awareness Week therefore none of his gawd-damned business. You would be.