I had waited for almost a week and a half.
Waiting, listening just trying to grasp a moment of some sort of truth in this traingle.

I had watched this room spin around and around over and over.
I have spilt more whiskey on my floor then i do with my coffee in the weeks that have passed!

So many cases drawing to a close and am here sitting and thinking this little tango of a mess i had walked into.

What is it that i want from all this!
Fame!
Fortune!
To be known in a building with no names.

Who am i kidding am just a middle age male who lives in the underground of the city.
If am lucky i will forever be known for the man who went crazy.

The rum had fallen away from the grasp of my hands.
I had slept deeply into a sleep.