CHAPTER SEVEN - SPLAT!
Not being over dramatic, this is pretty much factually the gist of it.
A rumble seemingly from all directions then an explosion then a pop and a smash and snap all the lights and electricity in my apartment go off. Then, relative quiet for a split second. An understandable silence, as it is around 2 at night in my Western Addition block and I'm not downtown in the Tenderloin where there's the late late night a.m. drug runs with all the foot crowds and traffic jams on them streets. But out here right now at this time there are a good number of people out but it will take a moment or two for these particular hoi pollio to gather.
During this brief pause of sensory onslaught I'm stuck between that all so real message of blood on the mirror and my sudden logic and cu
