You cannot feel your cheeks, and the anger is already seeping into your right knee — it threatens to buckle from the position it’s been in for the last ten minutes, you’ve watched the minute hand tick the span between three and five and you can feel your body ready…

If Daniel, wherever he was mentally, really wanted to commit a felony on a Tuesday night, couldn’t he choose a better one? Weren’t there, like, dozens of law books dedicated to the subject? Of crimes? To commit? Small towns are boring, sure, but why didn’t Daniel suggest opioids or weed…