the smuggler’s bible

Maksim

Time was, a man could be assured of respect, even in the dark throes of heinous disagreement. But these days, you have to prove you mean business before anyone will take you seriously.

Maksim gets his sledge in a two-handed grip and swings sidearm, knocking a hole in the bricks the size of a coconut. Flying grit slices the kid’s cheek as it whizzes past.

“That’s why I’m not paying any four dollars to park here,” Maksim says. He clanks the hammer twice on the pavement. “But you let the band boosters know they’re free to try and make me.”