Sunday, June 01, 2008

The gob of spit arced serenely from the lips of the enraged woman, over Christina - its intended target - and onto the sleeve of my leather jacket, a foamy insult in the dingy bar light. The woman writhed and gesticulated maniacally towards Christina as two friends of hers, who had exited in anticipation of the fracas, came back in to drag her by the arm and out the door.