Noirish.
The lights shone in the rainy street like a blurry carnival for drunks and cheap hookers. Patty had the kids. Mike had Patty. And I had nowhere to go. The money from the investments was gone. The company was dead. I had ten dollars and change, enough for a ham sandwich and some eggs.
This pain in my leg was getting worse, but there was nowhere to sit down. I shouldn't have pretended I knew jiu-jitsu. Actually, I shouldn't have pretended I knew that blonde with the big eyes and the even bigger laugh. You could tell she was trouble. The rich uncle story was a dead giveaway. But I was desperate for something, anything, to get me out of my slump. All my dreams had turned into dead ends in this city.
It was time to go home and start over.