A Fight to Remember By Ian Malabre I groggily opened the glass door and stepped out into a city unaffected

by my tiredness. North Station bustled with people, moving about their daily lives, unaware that today the course of history would be forever altered. I pulled out a cigarette and went to sit on the curb outside North Station. My girl, Christie was attempting to get through to my tired mind with constant talking; "blah blah Fitchburg, blah blah, so excited blah blah, pregnant teenage ex-heroin addict." Really mundane stuff. Then the yelling started across the pathway. On the other curb, a grimy excuse for a man had just hit his girlfriend. "Ian now it's time for action,"said exactly zero parts of my sleepy min