“Go f**k yourself, you worthless f****t!!” yelled one man.
“Eat a d**k, you f**ktard!!” yelled another.
The two men, each sporting tattoos, beer bellies, and the stench of substandard alcohol, attempted to beat the crap out of each other. Of course, being drunk as hell, they both stumbled all over the place before collapsing, unable to land any meaningful blows.
“That was s**t, goddamm,” said an onlooker.
“Hey dawg, lets smoke some meth and get high as f**k!” yelled another.
“Good s**t, brah. That is some good s**t.”
“F**K YEAH!!” chanted everyone present.
Incoherent screams rang out. Illegal fireworks lit up the pitch-black sky. This series of events didn’t occur because of some special event. No, this was just a typical night in Highbridge.
*SCREECH!* *BANG!*
“What the hell was that?!” asked Enrico, aroused by the noise..
Slowly rising, Enrico gripped his crutches and walked towards the bedroom window. As it was still dark, Enrico had to squint to reduce the glare from the streetlamps. At last, he could make out faint skid marks. There were two cars in the middle of the intersection, each sporting some damage. The driver in the red Mercedes exited his vehicle and inspected his car. The left side of the hood and the left headlight were completely smashed in. Furious, the Mercedes driver walked over to the limousine and started banging on the door. Not willing to put up with that s**t any longer, the limo driver got out and confronted the other man.
“Oi! ‘Da f**k’s wrong wit you, goddamned bum?!” cried the Mercedes driver.
“Oh shut the f**k up you c*cksucker! I had the right of way!” yelled the limo driver.
“No, I had the right of way you lying bastard!”
Before the men could assault each other, police cars arrived on the scene. Eventually, the scene was cleared.
Later in the day, Enrico left for Gateway Mall, having realized that he needed new cooking materials. He took with him a brown canvas bag. On his way out, he saw some suspicious men sitting on the stair. The air was filled with a rancid stench. there were brown flakes strewn along the stairs.
“These damned bastards have been smoking their brains out, huh?” thought Enrico. “I hope all that smoke f**ks their lungs up. Maybe then they’ll stop smoking.”
As soon as he got out, Enrico started rolling himself to the bus stop. Though there was a subway station nearby, it had absolutely no elevator, preventing wheelchair-bound people from using it. Upon reaching the stop, Enrico checked the schedule and decided to wait. And wait. and wait…
“Okay, the bus is taking way too long. What’s going on?” thought Enrico.
At that moment, he saw two tour busses pass by.
Oooh, there’s a Yankee game today. Great.”
Reluctantly, Enrico started to wheel himself to the mall. Though the ground was relatively flat, Enrico was an old man. He often had to stop for breaks.
By the time Enrico got to the mall, an hour had passed. More tourists had arrived.
After taking a much needed break, Enrico was ready to enter the mall.
“Even if there are tourists coming, my shopping shouldn’t take too long,” thought Enrico. “I just need a new po-”*THUD*.
“Sir, are you alright?! Oh God, he’s not responding!” cried one bystander.
“Someone call 911!!” shouted another.
“Ugh, where am I? What the hell happened?” Enrico asked himself, slowly waking up. The light was intense. Forced to squint, Enrico’s eyes took time to adjust to their surroundings. At last he could make out a few objects, some of which were a pulse monitor, the end of a bed with rails, and a swivel chair.
“Am I in a hospital?” Enrico thought to himself, barely able to think straight.
A few minutes later, a man in a white lab coat walked in.
“Good morning, Mr.Vasquez. I hope you’ve enjoyed your rest,” said the man. “My name is Dr. Falzone and I will be in charge of caring for you today.”
“How long have I been here?” asked Enrico.
“It has been two days since you were transported here,” replied Dr. Falzone.
“Transported? Why am I even here in the first place?”
“You suffered a heart attack.”
“I had WHAT??!!”
“Take it easy. It would not be in your best interest to get too excited. That would only strain you even further.”
“How am I supposed to take it easy? Where are my belongings?”
“Unfortunately, they were gone by the time the ambulance arrived.”
“Even my wheelchair?!”
“I’m afraid so. We will try to replace your wheelchair as soon as possible. For now, you will have to get used to the hospital’s crutches. We are short on wheelchairs at the moment. In order to discharge you, I’ll need you to fill out some forms. Excuse me while I get them.”
After filling out the forms, Enrico was released.
A week later, Enrico got his hospital bill in the mail.
“$38,000 for two days?! What the f**k?! How am I going to pay this off?”
At this point, Enrico was screwed. He barely had enough retirement funds to get by and he was uninsured. In absolutely no condition to work, Enrico was reduced to panhandling. At this point, enrico had lost his apartment.
Months later, Enrico struck it rich. he won $3,000,000 in the lottery. Of course, that much would be considered chump change. The growing medical bills only made the issue worse. It was winter at this point. Dirt poor, deteriorating, and at the end of his rope, Enrico simply laid down on the sidewalk and let sleep take over.
He never woke up.