My Arm Cries in Blood ? Part I

Jake Stone is twenty-two years old, holding a diploma he earned on a delayed schedule, surrounded by no one. He is not lost in the romantic sense. He is lost in the way a person gets when they have spent years performing a version of themselves that never quite fit.

What he walks into next ? the bars, the loyalties, the violence, the people who become his gravity ? is not what he planned. He did not plan anything. That is part of the problem.

Part I drops Jake at the edge of one life and watches him step, raw and unprepared, toward another. The Charleston underground does not ease him in. It does not ease anyone in.

Some scars never heal.