I get out the bar, it’s two in morning. The road is busier than ever, nobody would expect a road to be so busy at this time on the night, but it is. The police men are still there, so are H.H.H’s men.
Suddenly after I cross the bridge, the only thing I hear is silence. I have never liked silence, ever in my life. But after being in such chaos, all I pray for is some silence, some peace.
I walk back to the gas station and meet Marty, and since I am done for the day, he invites me to his house.
I couldn’t go back to my house anyway because I said my mom, I had a night shift and plus I already paid for the nurse.
I stand outside Marty’s house. It is more of a shack and less of a house. I step inside and it gets worse. Dusty rotten couch, stench of over wore shoes filling the room. Coffee
