Murdoc grumbles and whines at his alarm, slapping at it with one sharp-nailed hand. Bloody thing. No fucking right to be waking a man so early. It's inhumane. This makes him think of capturing the cat in the house and nailing it's tail to the floor. At least he gets his first laugh of the day early ( Read more... )

Stu doesn't understand. He never understands what Murdoc really means or why he does the things he does. After shutting down the computer, Murdoc throws open the door next to the entertainment center and screams. The door opens out onto nothing. Below it is the roof of the first floor and nothing but parking lot and trees stretch on from there ( Read more... )

It was Tuesday night -or was it Wednesday morning?- when Murdoc lost the fight against the pills and the vodka and fell asleep in Stu's arms. It was warm and comfortable and he was so tired. He knew he was making Stu sad again, but this would be the last time. He hadn't expected to wake up. He also hadn't expected to dream ( Read more... )