Fuck this imma sleep in.
From Create Your Own Story
Visitor
You crash back into your bed, hearing the springs creak underneath the weight of your body. You pull the thin sheet of the sorry, dirty excuse you call a blanket and rest your bloodshot eyes. Insomnia and the need to earn money just to live keeps you from getting an actual good night's sleep. Last night was nothing short of a miracle considering the fact that you slept for a full 6 hours.
BANG BANG BANG! Woken up by the loud thrashing of your crusty front door, you check the time finding out that you've only achieved thirty minutes of sleep. (Who the fuck is it now?!) You think to yourself, trying to remember all the shit that's recently happened.
"You little shit! Open up the door and pay me my money!" The shouting is loud and echoes throughout your whole room apartment. Shit it's fucking Dan. Dan is a grunt of your area's drug lord; you've occasionally bought some of his products and even helped him to sell them. The latter is the reason for his appearance today. Earlier in the week, you were mugged in a dark alley while supplying your goods and therefore have no money to pay Dan.
Aw shit, the hell am I gonna do?:
