I'm just a lowly writer man trying to make his way in the world
Pain shot through me as consciousness returned. I tried to get up, a crackle of pain shooting up my spine. A twinge of relief, overshadowed quickly by panic, coursed through me. I needed to be quick. Rosie would know I survived. My luck may have been keen enough to land me on a grimy roof rather than the hood of a car or the spire of a church, but the residents of the Antioch Slum were more than used to the tendency of their upper neighbors to toss their toys when the rich bastards were done playing with them, and knew better than to investigate.