A hand shoved his back and he went staggering forward, dizzy from the heat and the noise, and he tipped and began to fall, the gravity of the drop lifting his stomach, the sweat curling up over his forehead, and once he fell, he would be kicked dead by this overwhelming world and he was okay with that because this was how it was always going to end for someone like him, trampled underfoot by people who didn’t give a shit, and I thought, Maybe if I just land on my face and break my nose through my skull I could finally get some goddamn rest.
