My Attempt at NoirI woke up in my small bed in my cramped hotel room, like every other day. The manager and I had an arrangement: I could stay in the room as long as I wanted. In exchange, I made strange phone calls to phone numbers the manager read off of a small black notebook.More Like This
I ate an uninspiring breakfast, a la microwave. Absently-mindedly pushing the paper plate into the sink, I sat in the darkness for a moment... half asleep and watching spots dance in my vision. It was with great effort that I threw on whatever shirt I had worn the previous night. I pulled some clean pants from the dryer of the hotel laundry room. I must have left them there overnight. Nobody had bothered to steal them. I walked out of the hotel and to the highway, to watch traffic go by.
A large underpass shaded me from the blazing sun. I took a patch of concrete, sitting with the homeless and other derelicts who fled from the heat. As I sat down, I felt something heavy shift in my right pocket-- A flask of some unknown and for