"Don't be so slow jackie" "Don't be a fool jackie" "Don't just stand there jackie" "Go get… Jackie" "Are you crazy Jackie?". Jackie's limping back to his shed, it's late. He'd say "what a long day" but what days aren't long? He's got his hands in his pants itching away at some sore maybe more. His underfed form makes it's way to the corner of his space where a keg sits. It's a low lit room, flies buzzing, bare bulb dangling- probably the only source of warmth he's got. He's gulping down so hard the water, his body making it difficult not to trace the path water takes down. He stands staring at the keg, he's slouching, he seems in limbo… he's strangely quiet, he's motionless. It's the calm before the storm Jackie, the calm before the storm. He looks up suddenly, he picks the keg in one skilled motion, flings it across the room in an instant. He's leaping toward his small wooden beg in that instant, water splashing as the keg strikes the wall on the side of his bed, he's crashing on his bed with a muffled sound.

The room is flooded again this night. He's motionless on a broken bed again. It'