The shift started like most of them do- with the tones going off. We rotated between red angry intoxes and blue dopers.The good, the bad, the ugly. The hopefull and the hopeless. Around us The City did its lurching, stumbling dance.Working girls on the sidewalk, pushers in the shadows, Gangsters patrolling their turf.
We can hear voices- yelling, fighting, laughing. Music. Sometimes the sound of gunfire.
Besides the denizons of the urban deep there's no one out but us, the cops and the garbage trucks.