On his first day as a part-time moving worker, he experienced a moment that was nothing short of harrowing. Dean couldn't help but wonder if he was just too lucky.
He had long heard that in the land of the free, America, shootings happened every day, but only personal experience brought to life the thrill of it.
Even though the house was now surrounded by several police cars, Dean's body still trembled uncontrollably.
But this wasn't entirely out of fear, rather it was probably more of a psychological thrill.
"Dean, I've spoken to John and the others. I'll take you home first, and they'll head to the south of the city," Frank said, after negotiating with the crew, preparing to take Dean home.
It was still morning, and today's work had just begun. As someone who had struggled in this city for decades at the bottom rung, John and his team were well accustomed to all of this.
