Publisher's Synopsis
Snap. "Damn." Thud. When the young man looked around him, he could only see stars. Not the kind he might expect to see on a night as cold and cloudless as this one, but the kind people see when the pain becomes overwhelming. He felt sleepy, and didn't know how long he had been lying in this position. And his leg was, well, his leg was in a position that he couldn't explain. His right foot seemed to be directly under his lower back, and when he tried to move it... Stars again. "Ahhhhh!" Suddenly Josh was blinded by the porch light. The front door of the house he was lying in front of opened. Great... Someone had heard him scream, and they would come to help. Only, he wasn't supposed to be here. Out came a man in a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. He looked to be in his mid-forties, and probably hadn't shaved in a week. It was ridiculous, the way the man threatened for Josh to get off his property, as he stood there above him, and all Josh could see was his Tasmanian Devil slippers. Josh thought to himself how the shoes seemed to be eating the man's feet, and this almost made him laugh until the man grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him off the ground. His right foot hit the cold, hard earth. Oh, the pain. But the man was trying to get Josh's attention. It seemed he had been talking for hours when Josh finally began to make some sense of what he was saying. ..."you can just come over here and mess up my house? Did you do all this by yourself, or did somebody help you? You better tell me, cause I'm gonna find out anyway, and it's gonna be hell for you either way. You better clean this shit up, you understand? Who even rolls anybody's house anymore? What the hell is your name? I'm gonna call your parents right now...."
