"Wonder if I still got a warrant out on me? Guess there ain’t no safe way to find out…" He turns, jammed his hands into his coat pockets and begins to walk, his long legs carrying him quickly up the street. "Sure feels good to get outside, away from all that hullabaloo." The confinement and constant turmoil are really getting to him and he wishes he had access to his weights or, failing that, a good bar fight somewheres.
-- That Which Shapes A Man 10/13 by hisgoodgirl