Greg, TJ & Chris
52 TH
black leather belt and started to beat me. The next bright
day I was bloody and stiff. The purple and black bruis-
es were all over my back. When I came up the dark flight
of stairs, my father was smoking. He looked at me and
glared. There was a twenty dollar bill on our old wood-
en table. He said, "Go out and buy me some beer." I
picked up the money and he slammed his fist down on
mine. I didn't say a word.
I walked down the wide concrete aldewalk, noticing
the brick walls were covered with every color of graf-
fit. I finally got to the small, dirty liquor store with
the yellow sign and little fluorescent signs in the
window. I walked in and there were only three people
in the small store. I walked through the aisles and got
the beer with the blue and red label and took it to the
small counter
Mike York
53