The Dandelion Written by Shawn Funk Red light burst from the Quick Fights neon sign, casting grotesque shadows on the faces of three security men in hot pursuit; ahead of them by a stride is a boy, Terrel Hamer, carrying a satchel full of apples he lifted from a locked cabinet owned by a wealthy vendor near the Freegarden center square, where tonight, thousands of raucous off-worlders flaunted their excess and purged their aggressive tendencies to the spectacle of carnage called The Main Event. “Stop right now, kid!” Two strides ahead now, he turned into a dim passageway with a ladder leading onto a corrugated rooftop. Three peaked caps reflecting…