Chapter Eight
The Next Day
Guru sat inside of Wing Stop hunched over a box of chicken wings and fries. He sunk his teeth into the wing of the fried bird and pulled back, tearing the meat from its bone like a lion. Guru sucked the crumbs off of his fingers before taking another bite and wiping his hands on a napkin. Once he’d wiped his hands off, he snatched up a couple more fresh napkins and wiped off the greasy lower half of his face. When he was done he balled up the napkin and set it aside before picking up his fountain drink and taking a sip of Coca-Cola.
Although any other day he would have been caught rocking a tailor-made suit and some leather Mauri shoes, that day he opted to wear something a little more comfortable. On top of his dome and c****d to the side was a navy blue Red
