he found himself walking seven blocks from walter brooks, the halfway house from space stretched out in front of him. he could see four, five, six blocks ahead as he walked. the sense of openness made him anxious it over the last few decades it was a prison yard. as he crossed the street a car almost hit him. the driver screamed. alcohol wondered if he should just stop. no, 1 foot after the other and then another. keep on walking. he hadn't intended to go to the green. there wasn't a business that is essential than most corporate areas of new haven that would even consider hiring a just released felon but it was as if he had no control over his destination. his body i body and his feet han over and let him to now where he sat. he remained for three hours. he watched the city buses, people in suits rushing to banks and restaurants and watched the homeless people. he looked at the discarded newspapers blowing in the wind. he saw how people cut their hair, how different styles were from those of the 1980s. he heard the music from passing cars also completely foreign. he watched the traf