Chapter 102: One Less Thug

(MILES)

"I'm an arrogant little shit, remember?"

"Yes, you are. And like you'd say, if the shoe fits." I mutter as I head to the kitchen. I turn on the faucet and let it run for a while. I then bend and slurp the cold water greedily in my mouth. My thirst subsides, and then I head over to the cupboards and get one can of beef soup. I get a dented can of peaches and a loaf of bread hard as a log. The soup is three years out of date and the peaches are more like four.