I wake up to the same sound and get ready for work, have my meal, then head out for the walk to work. At least I have two days off for the weekend, or else I might just work myself to death. Today the trucks didn't come in with supplies, something about the chain being disrupted, guess today's a lazy day, nice. I wait on site all day to get my day's pay, this is why you see construction workers doing nothing sometimes, they still get paid for the day as long as they're on site even if they don't do anything. I keep myself busy by chatting and doing runs for the boss, a good break from the mundane day to day.
At the end of the work day I collect my check and go to my bank to cash it. After splitting some for rent and other bills like the phone bills for my sisters, water, etcetera etcetera. I have a bit left, I go to my closet and take out the cash I've been hiding for this special occasion. I've been saving this for a long time, all for this day, I head to the nearest strip club- nah, haha, just kidding, that'd be sad. I thought as I start walking to the nearest pharmacy, to purchase the latest in brain technology or whatever it's called. The Syrum is expensive, but it works wonders I've heard and the side effects are all just things like temporary head aches and having to use the restroom a bit because the impurities in your brain are kinda forced out or some medical jargon. I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but hey I'm responsible, two vials cost me ten thousand dollars, but these will definitely help my sisters get good grades and scholarships.
I had to slip the pharmacist a few hundred to get the second bottle even after explaining that they're not for me, I guess there's laws against selling a second bottle because it has been tested and taking a second bottle right after the first one melts your brain. Oh well, what's done is done, not like I'll be using them myself anyway. I start the journey home, on the way people saw the pharmacy bag I was carrying and got curious, none of them asked though, just observed, trying to discern what's in the bag, but they probably guessed it's just some medicine. Maybe it's because the bag is too flashy but I ran into some hoodlums and they want whatever I have, "Hand over the bag or else we'll have to hurt you, man." They pulled out knives, probably because guns are easy to trace these days and knives are just too common. Ahhh if only I could save up for a gun, it'd be very useful in these situations, I do the smart thing and run, I start to get away too due to having a decent physique. But then one of them popped out of an alleyway and ambushed me, I slip the syrums into my back pocket before they wrestle the bag away from me. They find that it's empty and start questioning me, while I pray in my mind "Don't look at my ass, don't look at my ass." They check my side pockets of my jeans but they don't check my back pockets, so they start interrogating me, asking where it is. I say "Up your ass, buddy." hoping they'd think I dropped it on the way here and go to look. The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. They got angry and stabbed me once then started asking where the medicine was. I glance at the blood and my vision goes blank, when I wake up I'm at home with a pain in my side, all patched up.