A Brief Excerpt from 1982’s Brick Bronson and the Pac-Man Fever by Stoney M. Badess
Brick could see the jittery little fucker from a block away. The kid had all of the telltale signs of an addict, the restless hands, the gaping mouth and a pair of glazed eyes that were always darting around looking for the next sucker who would help them get their next fix. It made him sick. All he could think about was all of the pain he had experienced, all of the sacrifices he had made and for what? For a country filled with punks like this.
“Hey mister, got a quarter?” asked the kid as Brick walked on by.
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