Happened about six months ago. Josh came to the funeral and told me it wasn't gonna happen with me. The gang members get up from the counter and saunter by the booth, staring at Watkins as they move slowly by with exaggerated struts. Watkins maintains eye contact. Nothing is said.
Nothing needs to be said.
Watkins keeps his eyes on them until they are outside the door. Every one of them will be dead before they turn 18. The kids in the booth nod agreement. An older black woman gets up from the counter and heads for the door.