The street was filled with students, louder and more belligerent than they’d been three hours before, and they ebbed and surged around us like gusts of wind before the storm. There were blurs of long, greasy hair, faded blue jeans, bandanas, and dirty undershirts among sporadic screams, bleating car horns, and ear-shredding rock music. But to us it was like an amusement park. We turned into an alley, where the sideshow awaited us.
A student passed Tammy and either grasped her breast deliberately or brushed up against it accidentally. Brad took offense. “Hey dude, ya want to apologize to the lady?”
The student gave Brad the finger as he proceeded up the alley. Brad ran ahead, caught the student by the arm and whirled him around, and a scuffle broke out. The kid cuffed Brad on the e
