THUD THUD THUD

The sound of crumpling paper being pushed under the doorframe knocked the man from this daze. Throwing his now empty bottle against the far wall with a shattering crash, he stood up and lazily strolled towards the door. Looking down at the papers and envelopes, he hoped perhaps just this once there would be some good news.

Envelope for Honesty-.

Bill.

A letter from  a priest.

Envelope for Honesty-.

Notice of eviction.

Envelope for Honesty-.

"fuck"

Retrieving the pay envelope for his boss, he emptied the scarce contents of his coat into its paper folds. That would do, at least for now.

As for the rest? To hell with them, he had long since wasted away his money on frivolous vice. He did however stop and pause at the letter from the priest.

No.

It couldnt be.

Not so close to the last person he lost.

It was.

His mother had just passed. He thought he had more time....

He would of had the money by friday.

He would of had it now it was was not for Honesty.

But where would he be without Honesty? Sure he had traded away his morality, his friends, and sometimes even his dignity, but at the very least honesty and his family kept him from meeting the end most petty scum were destined to meet.

Fuck Honesty.

It wasnt even truly his fault. He was always a sucker for his women. First clara, and now this new one. He bled his family dry in the pursuit of his flings.

Ahhhhhh Clara. Vulpes had smiled when he found her like  that. Finally she was gone. He had witnessed it all himself. He was relieved. He would never of told honesty who put an end to that siren.

But it didnt last. Soon others took her place. There was no end to this madness. This madness  that had claimed his friend SiameseDream, and now had claimed his mother.

He was supposed to seek out honest work. An honest living. Keep his ailing mother afloat. Instead he had found only Honesty.

As he stepped out into the hallway, and took the stairs down into the frigid New York morning. He knew where he would go today, and he realized why. Stepping out into the street, he began to walk down the road. He knew what he wanted. He counted the bullets in his pocket. He made sure he saved one for himself. His mind had been made up and he didnt plan to hide it from anyone.

After all, what would he be without honesty?

He would be just another lost soul with a death wish.

Sounds like you're chasing for vengeance where you barely know how to start with a clear conscience. Do you think before you act or do you do this then ask questions later? You don't understand the poor chance you have just for targeting Honesty, you only shame yourself and I'm pretty sure that at the more cost that you're only costing your own downfall. This seems like a silly act in my case, but what you do is for you to decide not mine. Only that I give out a clear tip, I will.

"Hey Ibarra my friend this isnt his buisness either, honesty is a wonderful guy. Im glad to be his associate, this man may well be mouthing off my boss or he could be poking fun, just playin' around honesty may have read this and laughed a lil'. I dont know the context but im just givin' a second point a view. You have goodness in you still friend I trust you'll smoke it out with this cuban ere' then kill that good while its trapped *puts a cigar in Ibarra's mouth and lights it for him, pats him on the back* "remember my advice" *walks into the streets* "Goodbye".

He sighed, before taking the cigar out of his mouth. "No offense, but you know better than to randomly shove cigars in people's mouths. It's rude when you don't even ask, obviously he wasn't mouthing off for fun because otherwise he wouldn't have killed himself. Guarantee, Honesty could be laughing at this. I'm only just pointing out that this guy is obviously being ridiculous. You out of all people should know this, considering you work along with Don Honesty."

*comes back* "ofcourse i know, this guy shouldve been hung by his own intestines, i wouldve personally bit a chunk of flesh out of his face while he was still alive for trying to defile the bosses name but what can you do, he was a moron and he's 6ft under if his next of kin pops up i'll be the one to put a bullet in his brain and ofcourse you dont know what your gunna get with those cuban so dont get addicted to them theyre hard to import" *shouts* "to the pickpocket motherfucker who dosent return my money. your gunna get cut ya hear!!!!"

Connor walks by as the mad man raves on about biting faces, bullets entering brains, and cutting those who pick his pockets. All of which are things he quite clearly knows nothing about. Deciding it best to avoid the man after witnessing him shove a cigar in poor Ibarra's mouth, Connor strolls on.

"The disrespect and ignorance of some people.."

He mutters to himself as he disappears around a corner.