Here's my story. A long time ago I died. Now you know the deal with dying right. If you're good you go to heaven or a happy place, and if you are not you go to hell or a bad place. Well I was good and bad. As I got to the filter station after death I was told that my good deeds and bad were of equal value, I know sounds like a math equation. In my head I thought that makes you a well-rounded person. Well that was the case. Truth is you either have to be one or another. Good or bad. In their higher powers eyes I was neither as I was equally both. So because of this I was to stay doing both deeds for the evil of this world and the good.

So basically the higher power is a corporation of sorts. You get a case worker and you get contracts. You get six contracts for evil, and six for good, and six of free time. 666 eh wonder who came up with that. I had just finished my last evil contract. Working for a drug dealer as his latest fling. He was this monster of a man. Funny thing is he didn't use me for sex. We had an arrangement. I would just be the beauty on his side. He would go elsewhere for sex. On account he preferred men. So I was more of a decoy away from the high power. They tend to frown on people who pair up with. Same sex. Got shot twice in the contract. Some chick who wanted to be his tried killing me in a bathroom stall at his club. Hurt like a mutherfucker for sure. Second time it was in an attempted abduction so dumb kids decided to try and hustle him for money, dicided to take me and bullets flew. I got shot. The bullet pierce and I may appear to be wounded but a few hours and the only remenant is a freckle.

I was having some down time in my little abode. A abandoned studio in a historic building in SOuthwood. It is of historic value because at one point it was one of the first post offices and now that mail is no longer is of historic nature. So I deemed it suitable for my place to lay my head. Its not much but its home. No one bugs me here. Aside from the occasional squatter but I usually can get rid of them easily.

I love the nights that are hot and himid. Like tonight. I feel nothing so temp doesn't bug me. Only way I know its hot is through other people. I sit on a balcony and watch people I love people watching. You learn so much from just watching people. People saunter down the sidewalk below. Most women wearing cool outfits. Men walking in wife beaters and what little they can else. It's a heatwave that's for sure.

Just then my cell chimes. Yes I have a cell it the technology era of course we are mainstream. Looks like my next contract is ready and it appears it's a duo.