this morning #654.

this morning, when it came to what was happening on the street right outside of his apartment, he was having difficulty distinguishing truth from fiction. flashing lights bounced off the sheets of rain. a strange siren shrieked from an undetermined location. it was as if the world had finally cracked open. though he was admittedly terrified about what he might find, he grabbed a jacket & an umbrella and headed down the stairs to investigate. he got as far as the front door before peering out & opting to stay inside. an all-out brawl between bikers & cops was something that he wanted no part of. satisfied that he at least knew what was going on, he retreated to the safety of his home.