King Zamp

King ZampZamp is coming. Fat and frantic. Pushing and shoving, jiggling and yelling, running foulmouthed with his aluminum cane, here comes Zamp."Where the subway? Where the goddamn subway?" Holding tight, drawing the terrified white face close to his, nose to nose, Zamp wants the subway. Two bright lights burn in those dark woolly eyes."Downtown, man, goddamn downtown."The arm pulls him forward, Zamp is moving and the arm takes him to the subway entrance. Zamp can smell the...