He put out his cigarette and sighed.
He dumped the ice from his drink out on the street and went back inside.
Through the sheen of the window, he could see three girls in bikini bottoms and t-shirts smoking and giggling. They were barefoot and drunk.
In Google he typed, “How does one make life decisions?”
Some guy was yelling, telling the girls to get the fuck out of there, that they weren’t welcome at his apartment, the drunk bitches.
216,000,000 results.
He cleaned the bathroom, swept the living room, dusted the shelves, scrubbed the kitchen.
He flicked on the garbage disposal and jammed the brush down into it just to see what would happen.
[Buy Rain Dogs, please.]