Three guys walked toward me under the lights—they carried billy clubs in their right hands—no lefties in the bunch. They all wore jeans, work boots, and cutoff sweatshirts with long thermal underwear sleeves sticking out over their forearms. One guy, who had longer hair than the others, walked in the middle and slightly in front of the other two. He was taller and appeared to have more muscle tone than the others. He also seemed to have that “I got nothin’ to lose” look–but from the looks of his nose, I figured he’d lost his share.
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