Chapter 1
He lay drunk on the floor, with his long gray wiry hair hanging inside his booze scented lips, a stream of saliva rolls down the side of his face. A shadow of five red sharks surrounds him, unnoticed by the man on the floor. One of them nudges him awake with the polished toe of his thick boot. “Huh, what?” the drunken gentleman exasperates, violently waking in confusion. His vision starts blurred, then comes clear, and there were five red police officers standing above him. One leans forward, with a menacing grin and says “Let’s go for a little walk. You guys think that’s a good idea?”. He looks up for approval at the other four young men, and they all smirk and nod in response, out of a shameless attempt at social loafing. “You the mailmen?” the intoxicated man burped, still partly entranced by his own high spirited delusion.
II
“If you don’t fix the restroom now, you’re fired David!”, screeched Robert through his radio. “What!?”, shouted David. “What?!, I can’t hear you! Move the speaker away from your mouth!” Robert screamed. “I said go to the restroom and clean it!” He yelled once more. David tried not to lose his temper, but he could not help it and shouted, “That’s not my problem, is it!”. “I still can’t hear you!” shouted Robert into his radio. ’Oh, forget it”, said David to himself. He left for the restroom as his bladder felt a sudden urge to relieve itself inside his trousers, caused by the volcanic esque eruptions from the Jazz and Swing rumblings above. “Could they play that any louder?”, David muttered. The earthquake from the loudspeakers inspired the light fixture from above to go skydiving, and it fell in time for David to have a make out session with the hard linoleum floor, as it came loose and fell upon him, causing a loud Smack!…
