bouncer

Patrick Farrell perches on a stool in a dimly lit corner of the bustling bar that’s filled with intoxicated college students. He wears a backward Yankees cap and a mustard-yellow T-shirt with a haunting clown face (the bar’s logo) scrawled across the front. After adjusting his cap and checking his watch, he continues scanning the crowd. To his right, students squeeze their way toward the bar to buy pitchers of beer. But as he looks to his left, he sees a man with his hands around another’s neck.