Michael
I walk into the house, locking the door after me. I take off my jacket and throw it on the couch, before heading into the kitchen.
I grab a beer out of the fridge, alcoholic drinks being the only things in there.
I take it and go and sit on the couch, turning the TV on and putting on anything random, just to pretend the voices were real people and that I have I company, which I never do.
Eventually, it's back to the normal routine. I get drunk out of my mind, before falling asleep and sleepwalking to my bedroom.
My alarm is always set for nine in the morning. I don't like waking up early. I haven't done that since I was a kid.
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I wake up to the sound of my annoying alarm, I'm quick to turn it off and get up, getting ready for the day.
I get a shower and brush my teeth before putting on my clothes: black ripped jeans, a Green Day top and a leather jacket with black Vans.
When I'm finished, I look in the mirror and brush my blonde hair. I decided to go back to the original colour for a while.
I leave and walk to the hotel where the other dealer and I will meet.
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The House
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