Unk was at war with his environment. He had come to regard his environment as being either malevolent or cruelly mismanaged.

gunshots spit through the dark. The sound track of the neighborhood was car stereos so loud they rattled the glass in house windows. Car alarms. Police sirens. None of that made Coyote feel any better about the prospect of someday sending his kid to the local schools.

How could I do it, how could a person go that low? And I understand your question, to which I reply, Are you kidding? That’s nothing. I’d been much lower than that. And I expected to see myself do worse.