He took a toke and inhaled. He held it for a few seconds and then exhaled, his lungs burning.
He needed to forget the day he'd had, the things he'd seen. His usual solution wasn't helping though.
He stubbed the joint out in the ashtray and immediately set about constructing a new one.
He reached for the bottle of whisky, unscrewed the top and took a huge slug.
He lit the new joint.
He started to feel a bit more relaxed.
Outside, a man waited in his car, ready to do what had to be done.
His phone rang.
"Understood. I'll take care of it right away."
He put his phone in his pocket and stepped out of the car.
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