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felt like a big moment for me. Nothing I’d ever taken part in had made it on the news before.
    Mrs. Dubinski wasn’t watching me. “That’s disgusting,” she said to the TV. “What’s this city coming to?”
    But Kelsey was looking at me now. She looked shocked that I was smiling. I guess I should have explained to her that the guy had it coming. How was I to know she and this guy had chummed around? Then she was staring at my wrist. I was wearing the watch.
    â€œI don’t believe this,” Kelsey said, shaking her head over her plate.
    â€œAnd this is an artist’s rendition of what one of the attackers looked like,” the reporter said. “If you know his whereabouts, you should inform Halifax City Police.”
    It was a pretty bad sketch that made me look a little too fat and a little too old. Nobody would recognize me from that. I was safe. What was everybody getting so upset about, anyway? Couldn’t they see we were just doing a public service?
    Kelsey was freaking now but she couldn’t quite bring herself to say anything with her mom in the room.
    â€œIf they find the guy, they should just cut him up into little pieces and flush him down the toilet,” Mrs. Dubinski said.
    â€œI think I’ll be going now,” I announced. “Thanks for the chow.”
    I was up and moving out of there. Kelsey’s mom was still rattling on about what the world was coming to and who should get what kind of cutting up. Kelsey followed me out the door and closed it behind her. Suddenly she was like a volcano.
    â€œGet out of here, Cody!”
    â€œWhat’s the problem?”
    â€œJust get out!”
    Now I was mad. Here she invited me in for dinner like we were pretty tight and now suddenly she was screaming at me in her front yard. “What did I do wrong? I didn’t do anything to you.”
    â€œMan, you are really dumb. You just don’t get it, do you?”
    â€œThat guy deserved what he got,” I suddenly snapped. I didn’t like anyone trying to lecture me. “If you knew him you must have known he was a parasite.”
    â€œSo you beat on him just because you didn’t like him?”
    â€œLook, you know that whole white rap thing is so fake and so lame. Sometimes you have to let those guys know what the bottom line is.”
    â€œI don’t believe you. Tell me, just what is the bottom line?”
    I mean she was pushing me, pushing me too hard. I didn’t need a lecture from some girl. Who was she to tell me my way of thinking was wrong? She’d never understand. Man, I felt so pissed off that I wanted to bust somebody right then and there. I took off out of there before I went out of control.
    I couldn’t believe I let a girl make me feel so mad. I had to do something, right? Then I saw this car parked behind the store; it was all silver, a nice set of wheels, a BMW yet. So I made my statement. I picked up a good jagged rock and walked back up the alley. Then I scraped the rock across the hood, leaving a long scar in the paint. For good luck, I took it and pounded once, hard on the metal until it made a little crater and the car alarm went off.
    The back door of a store opened and the guy saw me. He started yelling in some foreign language. I thought maybe he’d come after me. That would have been sweet. But he didn’t. He went back in to call the cops, I guess, and I just walked away as cool as could be.
    After the news, I felt like I should return to the scene of the crime, as they say, and see if anyone would recognize me from the artist’s sketch the cops did. Fat chance of that, really, so I was hoping to maybe just relive a few of those fond memories of last night.
    Eric was there hassling a couple of winos. I watched him from a distance before I went over to see what was up. When I saw he was joking around with the winos like they were all old friends, I didn’t like it. After all,