Sparrow Sprite wears her strawberry blonde locks in pigtails. Her eyes are covered in blue makeup, shadowing the dark brown eyes you never see on tv. She’s wearing a Pixies t-shirt, and ripped at the knees jeans. Blue boots with hot pink laces stomp towards me.
“Hey, got a smoke?”
Damn it. That clerk was trying to help me out.
“No …uhmm.. Sorry.”
She rolls her eyes and passes me into the neon storefront. What the hell is Sparrow Sprite doing here?
This isn’t the town or the area for stars of her ilk, and we have no music scene. I have to ponder the reasons later as three gun shots ring out from inside the 7-11.
Three shots that change my life.