Walk a Mile (Patreon)

He still wasn't sure what had happened. He'd been downtown with his crew and just having a little fun with the hobo by Hardrock Café. Some other trash looking dude had confronted them, and grabbed his arm. Mike and the others had scattered, but somehow he had been unable to get free from the guy. Then... Then he wasn't sure what had happened. He had been sitting in the alley over at 8th, behind REI, wearing some fucking Fila sweatpants and flip flops. It took him a few minutes to come out of the dizzyness and realize more had changed. There were tattoos on his hands. He was wearing a hoodie he didn't recognize. Once out on the stree he realized he didn't recognize the reflection in the windows. He walked all the way home, thinking he would know what to do next once home, but there he realized it wasn't his home anymore. He had no key. He had no way to prove who he was to anyone inside.