You decide to put all the anger and uneasiness behind you, and live your day as though it were any other day. You finish your bowl of cereal, clean up your mess, grab your keys, and walk out the door with your head held high, ready to conquer the world

As you strut through downtown Sacramento, you can't help but notice the variety of strange looks which are being thrown at you from all different directions. Instead of letting them bother you, you use them as motivation. Just then you hear a familiar cry:

"Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Vlade on the hot seat! Buford on the rise!"

It was Carmichael Davey, a local kid who has become the voice of the people says, perched atop his signature ladder.

"Davey?" You say as you approach him.

"Mr. Divac!!"

"What are you doing?"

"Makin' a living! What are your thoughts on today's events?" Davey says with a smirk, rubbing his fingers together symbolically.

"Forget it…" you say as you begin to walk away.

"Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Divac tells Vivek to forget it!"

You rush back to Carmichael Davey.

"Will you stop that?" you whisper in a firm tone.

Davey once again rubs his thumb against his fingers with a menacing smile.

You don't know what to do…

***

Pay Him

Walk Away