"Damn, no password."
I didn't even look as I allowed gravity to take over, allowing the earpiece to fall back down.
Rubbing my eyes, I could feel the tingle of alcohol burning down my throat and it feels good.
All I want to do is feel. Just for once.
Pizza isn't going to fill my stomach this time.
No babe is going to fill my empty nights.
Hell, I don't even want a babe in my life.
What do I even have to live for?
If all I can ever do is hunt, and all I'm good for is to be hunted?