11: Sweet InsanityThe sun was an orange fireball in the sky, slowly elongating the shadows of the pedestrians below as it set behind the tall buildings that obstructed the view of the desert from Smith’s office window. With dusk came the sound of loud chitter-chatter and an increase in motorcars on the roadways, indicative of the city coming alive. And with the unavoidable city’s wake from its daytime slumber comes the inevitable prowling of the lowlifes and bottom-feeders that gorge themselves on the fragilities of the streets.
Smith took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled. He brought his flask, now filled to the brim with whiskey, to his lips and gulped almost half of the contents. He released an exaggerated Ahhhhhhhh! and filled the flask to the top again from the recently purcha
