Hustling on my usual side got rained out, the radio said something about thunderstorms in the area. I go and sit inside a barbershop to wait for the rain to subside. The rain is furious. The patrons in the barbershop quiet down, appearing startled by such a violent storm. An old man named Jessie walks over and sits next to me. He smelled of vodka and pickled raisins. He offers me a contract to kill 3 Durdens, $250k. I'm holding out for 3. I like to blow things up, he eventually agrees. Susie, a weapons smuggler, walks in front of the barbershop. I'll only love her if her eyes brown. The rain begins to dissipate and steam becomes more visible. Outside, people were walking the streets once again. I get in my car. My vision is getting better with every day that passes. I scoured the city for my targets, knowing that they could be hiding anywhere. A gas station was being terrorized by member of the Durden crew, I pull over and load my gun.

There is something hypnotizing about the way the light of the sun gleamed off of shell casings. I follow him home. My targets were all together in a garage playing cards. My thoughts wandered and I decided to put my gun away. In the backseat sits my explosives, I like to blow things up. I set the charges and remain undetected, the enemy crew members were oblivious to what was happening. My car was green, the same color of almost all the other cars on that block. I admire my new rims while sprinting toward the driver side door. The entire house erupts into a giant fireball as I bring my car to life. A sign falls next the the car. It was charred and barely legible, only the letters 'HQ' could be seen. I take off back to my condo and await my next meeting with Jessie.