Shane

**CURTIS WALKS ...** Curtis was walking home from the pub. He had “beers for the road,” a pack of Peter Jackson Blues and his switch blade. All the street lights are out; they’re always out in his side of town (the industrial side). But he didn’t mind, Curtis enjoyed the darkness. He always thought to himself that you can get away with anything in the dark of night because people won’t be around and you can disappear if the police came. In the maze of the factories he is walking through one would often come along an abandoned truck or vehicle of some sort. These are a good method for quick cash, salvaging parts from the engines. Wreckers are slowly going out of business due to not having parts for modern cars these days if one does steal from an engine and sells to a wreckers, one would be keeping the world turning. Curtis would usually make a grab at this 8 wheeler’s engine however he is currently to over hydrated with alcohol to pull off the procedure. Eventually Curtis gets to his house. It is an old Brothel he bought from a police auction after it was seized. Curtis made his way to the kitchen he placed his lager in a fridge, picked up a banana and hasted down the stingy hallway and into the basement. The basement was nothing but a beef jerky project and a pill press. Curtis packs the pills with pharmaceuticals and then dilutes them with water; he sells these little bastards for $30 a hit to teens on Friday nights. Curtis is what a lot of men would love to be, free.