So, I had the first few sentences in my mind this morning and I wrote them down so I wouldn't forget them. Then the rest of this drabble came out. I suppose it really doesn't have a point. I've only seen the first two seasons of Burn Notice (I just got season three today) but I highly doubt Bruce Campbell's character does a complete one-eighty in season three. I hope it's somewhere in character though. I think that this is a more crappy version of Sam; it's definitely not the Sam I'm completely in love with though. Anyways, here it is.
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When he wasn't busy helping Michael, Sam's existence became rather pathetic. It wouldn't be too bad if he had a lady friend but it had been a while since he had had a woman. So, he would retreat into his apartment and draw the blinds. Along the way he'd lose his pants, grab a beer and put on Jerry Springer. If he got drunk enough he'd start yelling at the prostitutes, transvestites and just general whores that would be on screen. After enough beers he would pass out and hot be heard from until the next day.
Sam never worried about anyone killing him, mostly because he wasn't worth killing. Most of his former associates felt bad for him. What had started as an act to stay alive soon became Sam's whole existence. He knew it was pathetic but in some weird way he enjoyed it. He liked the freedom his existence gave him. He could do things that most of his former associates couldn't.
Sometimes, when he got really drunk, Sam would realize how lonely he was. Who did he have? The only people who actually cared about him were Michael and Fiona but he wasn't one hundred percent sure about the latter It was more than a lot of people had, though, and he knew it.
Sam's life might not be all roses but he knew he had it better than most. He just had to get the mojito thing under control.
What do you think? :)