It was 3:44am and Jack was walking home from the Bar. The route he took was right next to the elevated trains. The smell of piss mixed with that of the local diners would leave a bad taste in most people’s mouths, but not for Jack. These were his streets and the smells reminded him of home. He was wearing a white t shirt with jeans and a Peacoat. It was slightly chilly on this night as winter approached. He took the last few puffs of his cigarette and threw the butt on the ground. The smoke from the tossed cigarette butt scared off a few rats near by looking to make their next big score. Jack paused a bit to pull out another cigarette, he had smoked his last one. He began walking towards the local convenience store that was still open which was only two blocks away. In the distance Jack saw a short woman about 5’1’’ standing on the corner right before the store. The closer he got the more he began to recognize it was Jackie. Jackie was the local lady of the night, and Jacks older sister. If it had money and could drive she would fuck it. Jack approached Jackie and started yelling “Jackie, what the fuck are you doing out here? Who the fuck is watching my nephew Joey?” Jackie continued swaying back and forth pretending that her brother was not there, but he was there. Jackie to turn Jack and said “What the fuck Jack, you are fucking up my business.” “What business Jackie? Being a whore?” Michael yelled to Jackie. Jackie turned to Michael and gave him the look. Michael loved his sister despite her short comings. He told he "Jackie, here's some money. Go home and look after my nephew." Jackie hugged her brother and walked home.
Jack walked into the store and there was an older Arab gentleman standing behind the counter. Jack walked to the back of the store and picked up a bag of chips, six pack of beer, and some candy. He asked the gentleman for a carton of del Mar 120s. These were his favorite smokes and he went through them quickly. He reached into his pocket to pull out his money and he heard two gun shots. He quickly left the store as the fist thing that came to his mind was "Jackie." He ran into the direction his sister walked home. She was wearing a pink dress should it would not be hard to spot her.
Jack ran towards his sister's house with his heart racing, and his imagination running wild until he reached the alley two houses down from his sister's apartment complex. There were a pair of long white legs peeking from the back of the dumpster. Jack was not prepared, this could not be Jackie. Jackie was Jacks world and if some motherfucker was stupid enough to fuck with that, they would have he'll to pay. Jack walks slowly towards the dumpster and his phone rings. The caller ID read "unavailable" so Jack picks up the phone "Who is this?" Jack asks in an irritated voice. There was a strange voice that responded "Oh Jack my boy, looks like you are in a bit of trouble there." Jack responded to this strange voice "What the Fuck do you mean I'm in trouble? " There was a brief since then the man replied "Did you look at the body Jack? Just take a look." Jack walked closer to the body and saw that it was Theresa, the mother of his two children dressed like some skank whore. Jack responded to the man"What the fuck is this? What the fuck?" The mysterious voice said "Jack, this the Sandman, and I believe you have something of mines. I want my shit back Jack. I want what you stole from me." Jack almost hung up the phone until he heard the sound of a little boy in the background screaming "Uncle Jack!!!" It was Joey. “Bring me what you owe me Jack. If you are not here by 10 am I am slicing this little shit’s neck and then I am coming for you Jack” the sandman hung up the phone. There were many unanswered questions, but sirens were getting closer and he didn’t want to be there when they arrived. Before he walked away he saw that there was note attached to Theresa’s body. Jack grabbed the note and ran to Jackie’s house which was a few blocks down.
Jack was filled with all types of emotions, but he knew that Jackie would be a wreck right now. He hesitated as he put the key into the door. What would he tell Jackie? As he opened the door he noticed that everything was in order, there was nothing out of place. The kitchen was clean, the beds we made and the sofas lacked the worn look of a worried mother…….to be continued.