thump, thump

    Jack lays in bed trying to sleep but can't for the life of him. The apartments around him are dead quiet. He tosses and turns but Dan's voice wont leave his head. "Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall 99 bottles of beer, because your an alcoholic!"

    Jack yells back in his mind as loudly as he can, "Shut the f**k up already!". He continues to toss and turn until he can't take it anymore. He grabs a bottle of rot gut whiskey from the kitchen if that is the right term for it, it is a corner with a stove in it. He quickly inhales every drop out of the bottle and lays back down with the covers wrapped tightly around his head. The poor b******s mind starts racing and he can't make it stop no matter how hard he tries. The harder he fights the worse it gets.

    His heart starts beating  300 times a minute. With each beat of his heart a new thought. thump thump, why the f**k would the b******s do that. Thump thump, why won't the voice go away. Thump thump, am I capable of doing something as stupid as they did. Thump thump, what is wrong why can't I get past their deaths.

    Eight A.M rears its ugly head and he is sitting on the bed with his back against the wall. His mind still racing. The broken bottle, the bar where he works is already open at this point. He tries to calm himself down, and decides to see if his boss will let him work the morning shift. He gets dressed and prepares himself to walk through dark hall ways. The walls have holes in them along with the floors and ceilings. There are leaks all through out the building. Some of the stairs are broken. The building its self is a big water stained mess that looks like it is ready to fall at any second. He makes the way out the door after a minute or so of trying to get it open. The door sticks and has trouble opening with out a good amount of force. He  walks down the streets past the crack heads and prostitutes. The voice chiming in here and there. "I wonder what she would do for $20.00?" The voice of Dan said.

    "I hope she does 2 for 1 deals." Steve's voice answers back.

    "We could always push your head down into the shirt so she just thinks we are a hunch back."

    Jake tries to hold back a laugh as he walks with his head down. He makes his way into the broken bottle and takes a seat on a stool. There is an older man with a small white beard, a head full of white hair, wearing glasses, a baseball hat on his head. He lives in the back room of the bar and sleeps on a couch. He is drinking vodka out of a plastic cup. "Whats up f****r?!" Jake asks.

    "Not much, f****r!" the old man answers back. "I thought you were working tonight."

    "I am. Is boot in the office?" Boot is a larger man with a long beard and pony tail. He is rumored to be the head the satan's sodomizers motorcycle club. Boot got his name from stomping peoples teeth down their throats every chance he gets.

    "Yea. I wouldn't bother him though unless you are looking for a fight."

    Jake stands up and starts walking behind the bar. "Damn was hoping he would let me work morning shift. I didnt sleep for s**t last night. May as well continue drinking at least. See if it will make me pass out."