Dec 31, 2006 18:53
He was going insane. That was the only thing he could think about.
He kept hearing the whispers. Even at his (now) job. He worked, though, and he was good at his job, and getting paychecks. The paychecks weren't much, but he wasn't continually spiraling into debt anymore. A lot of the minor debts were actually paid off.
He was living on peanut butter cracker sandwiches, but so far, things were getting paid off.
"Water, bar. Please," he asked as he sat down at the bar's surface, and pulled his jacket off. It was going to be a long night.
jack green,
steven rimbauer