10-12-04 - 8:08 p.m.
so this guy, mel, looking like an extra from the prison scenes in 'american history x', drove in from silver springs, 40 miles away, on his day off, to walk through my checkstand and buy two tiny packages of m&m's.
it's my saturday, he said. i had a flat.
his hands were clean, and when i handed him his change, i wanted to say; what, they don't sell m&m's at the liquor store in silver springs? but i didn't, because my knees felt funny and my pulse raced.
i think it was a hot flash.