"Just one more, com'on? One more bump?"

Sitting across inside of a dark damp apartment building, black mold coddles to the corners of the room. Inside the musky and smokey building where rats and drug mules lie, Scratchy holding a hefty bag of cocaine lowers his hand, raising his other as his bodyguard takes out his colt, "You know what i really hate?" Scratchy, stands up as the figure he is speaking to starts to shake with his eyes dialted, "Dead-beats that can't even pay what they already owe.. Then ask for more," Scratchy walks past the figure on the floor - reaching for the door handle and exiting the room as the sound of a single gun shot is heard, he turns to his right, "You got 3 minutes to clean up - any more and your fired," 

As the night-sky lights up with the stars, sitting inside of his car, the silence collapses through his ear drums, his clench of the cocaine bag becomes tighter as he throws it against the car window. Sitting for a moment as he wafts his hair to the side, his pale skin reflecting off the moons tint, he hears doors shudder with a car engine starting before the drivers seat of the car is entered by his associate, "Drive me to my place," As Scratchy passes a couple of hundreds wrapped of a rubber band.

Seeing the city with its lights on, driving past stores and night clubs that beam light and life - Scratchy puts his hand on his head, rubbing his eyes. The blur of each lampost passing cascades down on his watch, reflecting that light back into Scratchy's vision - the darkness of his eyes closed flutters with each passing light. Taking the bag next to him he passes it to the driver, "Dump it in your nose or down the toilet - don't sell this shit, you hear me?"

Taking his keys, he enters his apartment, neat and orderly, he throws his keys into a ashtray near the entrance and holds his three weeks chip as he clammers into bed, hitting the springs. looking to his left near his nightstand, he see's a familar picture - extending his hand as he grabs it, he holds it close to his chest as trickles of moisture lands on his duvet.