They Smashed His Birthday Cake and Said ‘Trash Eats Trash.’ They Didn’t Know The Police Were On Their Way—To Salute Him.
Chapter 1: The Eighty-Seven Cents The cashier at the Safeway on 5th Street stared at the pile of coins on the counter. She sighed, popping her gum. “Honey, you’re still eighty-seven cents short. Do you want to put the vanilla extract back?” I looked at the small brown bottle. It was the expensive kind. The…