"Fuckin' hated it," I say with a dry laugh. "I had a place when I got here, me and Elvis, but I wanted out fast as I could." I think the rent on the new place is a little too high for one guy and his dog, but shit, it beats living in some high-rise surrounded by lights and cars and noise. I'm not meant for a place like this. I have to get away and breathe before I bust wide open and take someone out with the flying shards of splintered metal, the still-glowing embers with them.