Firewall - Chapter 3Some time later I had sufficiently gathered up my thoughts. I was still reeling ever so slightly, but I was at least able to get moving. The evening had come around, and I supposed it was time to think about heading to the cockroach infested box I so laughably called my home. It was really no wonder I spent so much time out.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and so it was that I carefully loaded my books into a decidedly scraggy messenger bag, praying that today wouldn't be the day the strap gave up the ghost. It was about as close to gambling as I ever planned to come, and I'm ashamed to admit that in days gone by it had actually provided a sort of thrill. It was pathetic, but believe me, when you've experienced near death on a daily basis, a tiny risk is more than enough to satisfy that inner daredevil.
Moving swiftly on to less embarrassing things – I walked briskly through the streets of New York, a place I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was nice to be