the tv blared static in the corner of the room.i awoke in a daze the smell of piss ran down my leg.i knew sometime here had to have happen the blood on my hands said it all.i lit up a fag {:cigarette} looking around not having a clue as to what happen or where i was.but then a scarf on the floor said it all.she had been here that dirty whore.death had been here she always did this to me. this is the begging of a book im writing called New Hamsphere 1942 its a detective type case.if i could make a movie def. black and white just keep that in mind black and white.
