CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
We left Joyner’s, and I felt like I had been punched in the gut, slapped in the face, cursed out, and had my heart ripped from my body, stomped on, broken in half, and shoved back in.
Not even Joyner’s apology could make it better. He felt so bad, I felt bad for him. He didn’t charge me his weekend fee, so I guess I came out ahead.
I know how to deal with adversity. How many times had I been here before? Yet this time felt different.
I was a man walking toward my own execution. Toward the execution of the ones I love. Toward the spirit world.
Even worse, I was a man walking to my destiny with full knowledge of what was about to happen. If I was going to die, I’d rather not know, even if I had a fifty-fifty chance. I was sick to my stomach.
The blowing wind didn’t
