“Ugh, what the hell am I gonna do?” He muttered to himself as he finished nursing his drink. With a ragged breath, he heaved himself up from the barstool and staggered home. His house was a perfect replica of his appearance: rusty, empty, and almost broken. He sighed and slumped into the couch and watched the Nightly News. “Ugh…” he groaned, quickly grabbing his abdomen. “No, please don't.” He begged, but his stomach had other plans and in the middle of his deep breath it forced all the poison from the bar out and onto the floor. 

“Fuck!” He yelled and spattered leftover vomit from his lips. He breathed raggedly and grit his teeth, cursing under his breath. “Damnit… why am I such a-” He gets interrupted by his phone, he leans over and sees it's his boss. “Great. As if I needed another reason to hate myself even more.” He sighs. 

“Hello?” He groans as he rubs his crusted, tired eyes. 

    “Hank, you better get down to the park! We got a body and an arson case on our hands!” 

Hank quickly yanks the phone away from his ear as his boss yells. “A sweet woman you are, ma'am, but God blessed you have a loud ass mouth.” He says with frustration. “Just get your ass down here.” She snapped. “Yes ma'am.” He said cockily as he puts his coat on and grabbed his keys. “ And Hank…” she said, grabbing his attention. “No pit stops this time.” She demanded. Hank chuckles and hangs up on her. 

He got in his car, started it, adjusted the rear mirror, then sighed. “Why today?” He said with annoyance.