Jack stared at the body on his bed and contemplated his evening. It had not gone well. This wasn't even the first dead body he'd seenthat day, it was becoming a little excessive. His morning had started with a hangover; his patented icey dip in the snow- usually a sure fire cure, failing to have the desired effect-his head still throbbed and the resulting discovery of a somewhat frozen woman dangling in icicle fashion from his fire escape, did nothing to alleviate the hammer in his skull. The morning had progressed in a similar vein and my midday he'd discovered another corpse- this one a particularly argumentative neighbour- lying half way out her front door. At around 3pm Jack decided that on any day, even following a hangover, a two body minimum was enough to start drinking, heck, he rarely needed an excuse. He dejectedly but decidedly wandered into his local corner pub and ordereda Whiskey and coke, hold the coke. The night flowed and at some point- he couldn't quite recall when, he met a striking young lady withrosey cheeks and legs past her armpits and together they left the bar. Jack wasn't much of a smooth talker, but this evening his combination indifference and poor luck worked like some wild animal deodorant, popular in the early 2000s and here they were, in his pokey apartment...insert pun here. Later, glancing between the digital numbers on his bedside clock and the inanimate, lifeless figure in his bed, Jack sighed a very heavy sigh. Tomorrow had to be better.