chapter 1

The apartment was squalid at the best of times. The light from the TV danced around the room in a twisted little jig. A figure lies, near motionless staring blankly at the TV. He would never notice it was just static. Or that he had been staring for three days straight. Every now and then he'd nurse a bottle of jack. He felt blank, not happy, not sad, just blank. He couldn't remember the last time he felt something but he knows he doesn't miss it.
Out of nowhere he hears a pounding on the door. He snapped out of his daze and remembered he was still alive. With an audible sigh he gets up and trudges over to the door. He opens it and stares at the knocker, he looked frantic. "Sid? You look like shit, man!" the man just kept staring, Sid, his name was apparently. "I got some bad news man, can I come in?" he asked. After what seemed like an eternity Sid opened his mouth "sure, come on in George, make yourself at home" he sounded surprisingly warm and optimistic.
"now what is it George?""Well, you see the cops are after me, I did something bad, real bad. I need someplace to lie low" he was talking faster and faster "this would be the last place they'd look, I know it, just let me stay here for a few days, or a week, or month maybe, you know if you don't mind, I mean it's a pretty dark apa-""sure you can stay just quit talking" Sid said coldly. "What did you do?""I um, killed a man" he said sheepishly, "oh nice" he said casually handing him his bottle of jack. George took one sip, grimaced and asked "do you have anything lighter than whiskey?""It'll help you forget, drink fast"
After about an hour of the two drinking George had opened up a bit more, they sat next to each other on the torn up couch, "so who'd you kill?" he asked coolly "you know that stupid fuck, Jack Stanton?" he asked slurring every other word. "Oh that guy?" he asked chuckling "can't say he didn't have it coming" he said giving George a high-five. "In the morning I'll help you sort this shit out, for now, get some sleep" he said with conviction "sounds good" George replied and lied on the ground like a mangy dog.
They both woke slowly when the morning light creeped in through the window. "Now" Sid said pulling out his forty-five "what exactly has got you so damn startled with killing a man?!" somehow he was yelling and whispering at the same time. "Well it's just, what if someone finds out""well did you hide the body?!""I threw it in a dumpster" at this Sid suddenly burst into laughter which mutated into cackling before anyone noticed. "In a dumpster? That's a great idea, no one will possibly look there, especially not when, oh you know throwing something away" again he chuckled at his own sarcasm. "You leave any evidence?" "No, just snapped his neck and threw him in the dumpster""you're fine then get out of here" he said dismissively.
"But what if they find out, man?""Fine man here! Have my gun in case anyone comes for you!"Sid practically exploded with his frustration, "I'm tired of this shit, man up! Come on, I'll even go with you! Just quit worrying so damn much!" he put on a shabby leather coat and hurried out the door. George had trouble matching his frantic pace, he never did quite figure Sid out, one minute he was sullen and practically dead and the next he was bouncing off the wall ready to murder someone, his hair was dark and stringy, his eyes sunken in his skull, George wasn't quite sure why he hangs out with him come to think of it. Coming down from his thought by the blinding light of the now mid-day sun.