Date: October 30th, 2009 8:03 PM Author: Lime domesticated state
A half-empty bottle of bourbon and an unopened liter of Mountain Dew Code Red sit on top of the non-working television set. The smell of cigarette smoke wafts in from a nearby room through the paper-thin walls. Through the slanted window shades comes the flickering red light of the neon "Vacancy" sign just outside. Whokebe pauses to consider going across the street to a 24-hour gas station convenience store to buy a hot dog, some Funyuns, a legal pad, and a set of mechanical pencils. He figures he'll go later, when the night has begun its transformation into morning.