Devin thought of his older brother Joseph. With friends that blew in and out of his life like city dust in the street, and the women like fireflies dancing with a flick-flick-flick of a well-practiced smile, Devin's only real trust was in Joseph.

They'd shared the few good parts of his life, his childhood. They shared a mother who even while stoned out of her mind was a toehold of love. They shared that last sight of her, shot in an alley around the corner from their building, staring up at the space in between with the cold sky blue of dead eyes.