He cracked open another can of lager, the last one he had. He was so tired, but he was determined to finish the full case he'd bought.
He took a swig as he watched some late night/early morning infomercial bullshit.
He heard a noise from the garden.
Was the fox going through the bins again?
He stood up and lurched drunkenly towards the window. He tore open the curtains and saw a gang of twenty or so people in his garden. Beyond them his car was on fire.
They'd finally found him.
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