Chapter Seven
I just kept walking, covering several blocks before ever looking up. I didn’t want to know where I had spent the last several days, and I certainly didn’t want to know where I left that bastard either. He was an evil man and deserved everything he got.
Finally I looked at the street signs. I was on the corner of 9th Avenue and West 34th Street. I reached into the pockets of my newly acquired pants and didn’t find very much. He was carrying no wallet, so he had no money or credit cards. I did find thirty-six dollars in cash and his cell phone in the other pocket.
“Not much to get by on,” I told myself.
Then the realization of my situation set in. I’m all alone in downtown Manhattan and don’t have a f*****g idea where I am or where to go. Besides that, I had a pair of swoll
