Sean was up early for the first time in weeks. Early for him anyway, nine-o-clock on the dot, despite being up early his routine didn't change. A cup of black coffee, some ham and eggs drowning in Tabasco and six miligrams of hydromorphone crushed, smeared and chopped into two smooth lines, and insufflated to that cozy mucus membrane in the back of his nose. It was enough to ease him out and let him deal witj anyone and feel like he could do anything for a few hours anyway.

Nine thirty six; Sean steps out into the day a cigarette already sitting in his lips waiting to be lit. Sunglasses hide his sunken, sleep deprived eyes, the hydromorphone easing into his system make his steps are a little sluggish but he's used to it and quickly takes control of the drug in him. His pockets are full of goodie bags filled with similliar drugs, today is pill day for his customers and the candyman has all kinds of treats. The schools are a short walk from his house, college kids are always coming in at different times he'll see some famalliar faces there, but he's expecting new kids from high school he's out in time where the hooligans and misfits like to smoke and by drugs from well... him.

Ten eleven; Sean walks and eventually stands in the nice middle ground of the high school and college. A corner where students from both schools come to smoke from time to time it's a little out of the way, but cops are less likely to roll by there. After standing by himself for a few minutes he noticed someone making their way towards him he leaned against the wall and looked at his expensive looking watch 10:16. Before he could look back to the person he felt the ground shake and a light burn through the heavily tinted lenses of his sunglasses. He couldn't see anything he wondered for a second if he was ODing, had he taken more than he thought? Suddenly everything was blindingly white, and the weight of standing left him and suddenly he felt as though he was laying down.