I guess if I just got kicked in the knee by some asshole for, like, not sharing a parking space with him, I wouldn't get into a fight, because that's stupid, considering they never end well. Someone is bound to take a bite. Well, if not you. But at the moment something clicked in me, it's not a fight for a parking space. When out of the corner of my eye I saw this freak running down the stairs, the pain vanished. It's not like stealing apples from your neighbor. Carrion must be either underground or where it cannot emit its stench. On the second flight of stairs managed to...