it 's like my arms are working on their own , and i feel my fingertips touch that bow tie when somebody spins me around by my right arm that i had drawn back to bust sonnett 's head open , and slings me down the road so hard that i have to run to keep from falling , and then he 's right behind me pushing me so that i ca n't regain my balance and up the road i go into what 's left of the crowd and onto the sidewalk .