McFing has been on the phone all afternoon. Trying to find someone to front him some weed, until he gets some cash. Fucking buglers stole his stash. You are crushed that guitar cost you your house. Now you have nothing left but a suitcase full of clothes and a few books. You walk around the area to kill off some angry tension. There is a far off scream that makes your blood run cold. It is followed by a few more and silence. You wander what the fuck that was about. It sound like a Woman was just brutally killed somewhere.