Chasing the Enemy (a short story)
A first person account to a bartender (from a bystander): It started off just like any other day: rainy. I threw my coat on, for all the good it'll do me, and went about my business: getting my morning grub. I walked down the block to that 99cent store and grab myself a milky way. Then I make a pit stop at the bodega for a small coffee, two sugars and cream, plus a bagel with butter. Finally I pop by the liquor store for my Jameson (that's for the coffee), and then I walk dow
