Sitting Bull and Past Lives
One night in the middle of February, I was hanging in the shop around 10:30pm, having a bit of food, when suddenly bright headlights lit up the storefront. Something was happening in the parking lot in front of the shop. Was it the cops? A moment later a middle-aged man with long, wild hair stuck his head up against the front window. Peering inside, he was gesturing for me to approach him…