Chapter One

Its cold outside. 8 degrees Fahrenheit. I had spent all day inside, up until now. Joint in hand, I headed out to smoke. I walked down the old pink and gray wooden steps. They had seen better days, but still functioned perfectly. As I flipped the lock on the front door I heard a sharp honk outside my door. It was the damn neighbors again. They must sell drugs or something because people are always running in and out. Always someone coming or going. A girl ran out and stepped into a faded gold 90's style Cadillac. The car took of down the street. I walked to the edge of my deck and took a seat on the steps. As I sat down I noticed and old issue of the "Duluth Budgeteer"sitting half way under the steps. It was wrapped in a yellow-orange water proof bag that keeps your paper dry and out of the rain or snow.