10: PINK RIOTSStepp rubbed his eyes and yanked apart the bedroom curtains, so the morning sunlight could fill the room. Rays like fingers groped his unmade bed as he stretched.
“It’s a good day,” he muttered and then moaned as his body stretched to its capacity.
He relaxed and scratched his groin through his silk pajama bottoms and watched a melting icicle hanging from his gutter drip, drip, drip onto his driveway. He turned from the glorious new day and headed for the bathroom. Peering at his reflection in the mirror, he scratched at his stubble and splashed water from the faucet onto his face. He let the water trickle from his chin into the sink and smiled.
“Nothing can stop me now. I’ll usher in a new dawn for this s**t stain of a town.” He winked at himself in the reflection. “Isn’t
