gritty fingers Taller than normal, shoulders hunched, long-haired, gangly, his walk was a shambles. His greasy hair fell across a pimply forehead and he pushed it away with gritty fingers. He'd just come from working on his motorcycle. Now sticking his hand under his T-shirt and scratching his belly—a young man's flat belly—he stopped at an archway crossed by a metal gate. At first he tried the bell, but when there was no answer he reached through the bars and let himself in. He found his way to the bedroom where a barelegged woman lay drunk. She was passed out on the bed wearing cutoff shorts, a halter top and blue-green eye shadow.
	location: San Francisco date: 1987 average rating: 1.00 (1 vote) your rating (0-10):