Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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figurine on the makeshift shelf, certain of not having entered the kingdom of Paranoia; me that is. I admit that I didn’t know how the nosy bird was feeling.

My plan was obvious, perhaps too much so; to hole up here when light and prowl on foot under the cover of darkness. Unlike country areas like Rockford, big cities like Chicago have creeps lurking in the darkness all the time. I’d be obscured in the company of other undesirables. I hadn’t previously realized that big cities were good for something, other than a reason for leaving.

But, right now, first I had to find a hash house to get some grub. I hadn’t eaten since two hours before “lockdown” back in County.

Taking It on the Lam