I paid the taxi driver and staggered up the steps of my apartment building. I get to the third floor and over to door 3F and fumble with the keys in my pocket. When I finally get the door open, I headed straight to the bathroom passing the lone sofa and coffee table with numerous coffee stained mugs and an overflowing ash tray. I rinse my mouth, spitting blood, looking in the mirror my eyes are sunken and tired and I needed a shave, my mustache began to cover my top lip. I ripped off my shirt and wife beater that was stained with blood and stank of beer. My hat was missing, which is a shame since it was my favorite hat. Cost me 80 bucks, that hat, but what I know now is going to cost me more than an eighty dollar hat, it’s going to cost me my life.