Sin, City, Sin.

He woke up in one of the many Sin Cities.
The fly on the roof wouldn’t tell him which one.
His bad memories couldn’t.
The room smelt of Coca Cola and wild times, a smell he had grown very used to.
He lit himself a cherry cigarette and picked up the paper.
A naked lady lay beside him breathing to stay alive.
Sunlight and dust filled the room.
Thoughts ran through his head of skipping town.
Skipping the country.
Skipping the planet.
He had done that the night before.
Along with his little friend.
The bottle still sat next to him.
Orange like the fires of the sun.
As he got out of bed he heard honking of cars that had no respect for the hung over.
The dead.
The zombies of Neverland.
Leaning out the window he saw the city and it saw him.
It’s eyes staring.
His eye’s flaring.
The cigarette came to an end.
But his day had just begun.

The coffee was stale.
But the donut was pure ecstasy.
Blood red and rose crimson.
He poured the coffee down his throat and jumped in a yellow.
He jumped out.
The guitar shop on 5th was his heaven.
Mahogany bastards.
6 lines and 10 fingers.
The tune he plucked blew the mind of anyone who cared to listen.
Which wasn’t many.
The girl in black riffed along with her bass.
Sweet music that could never be sweet.
She kept playing, but he paused.
He grabbed a handful and swallowed.
Pain thrillers.
Reality killers.
His muse in a pill.
His music in a will.
But a bitch to swallow without water.
He walked out the store.
The music came to an end.
But his day had just begun.

Wine, chocolate, anger and sex.
And more drugs that you could imagine.
A hell of a week.
A week of hell.
But a lot of heaven too.
He hit the slots and the cards.
And the video games down on 7th.
Lost a couple of hundred he found in his coat pocket.
On 3’s and 7’s.
Won it back the next round.
With the exact same hand.
He loved this city.
Even if he didn’t know which one he was in.
He killed a couple of aliens.
Downed one cherry coke.
And spilt the other on some guy.
They stepped outside.
A hung over man and a complete stranger.
Fighting in broad daylight.
He looked up to the city.
But the city never looked down on him.
Blowing cash.
And getting smashed.
He loved this city more than life itself.
The fight came to an end.
But his day had just begun.

He strolled down Main Street.
The city was so bright with neon lights that he needed his sunglasses.
They didn’t help.
The neon lights were a combination of his imagination and acid.
Cons.
And cons.
Left after 50 metres and down a flight of stairs.
Into his favourite comic store.
Where the comics are cheap and the alcohol is cheaper.
A bomb and a pint.
He read an issue of the Cap.
And strolled out the door.
Where he bumped into Cherry.
They caught a cab and hired a room.
She kicked him out.
After 20 minutes and a smile on his face.
He went down to the bar.
Where he dropped another rock.
And sank another shot.
Headed out the front and stole a car.
100 miles along the coast.
And crashed into a post.
The ride came to an end.
But his day had just begun.

(To be continued.)