I float unnoticed in a sea of people. That’s how Lester Fish thought of himself. My defining characteristic. One day, the epitaph on my tombstone. He floated unnoticed in a sea of people. That’s what it will say.
He floated unnoticed in a sea of peopleFive years ago, in a bar near his work, he met a man named Jim Lighthouse. A tall, broad, solid man with tanned skin, square features and thick black hair combed back. A man whose impressive muscles you could make out through the arms of his suit jacket.
Minutes after Lester arrived at the bar, Jim had intervened in an argument between a man and a woman that threatened to become violent. He’d intervened by grabbing the man by the collar and lifting him straight off the ground, or straight onto his toes, and carrying him like that to the doo
