this morning #535.

this morning, the hammer came down hard. he saw it coming from a mile away but, in his drunken state, he was in no position to avoid it. as he crumpled down to the pavement, his vision spinning out of control, his brain froze & his limbs followed. all he could recall was a tall man digging through his pockets before fleeing the scene with a meager haul of $13 & a key to a storage unit. when he finally came to, he found himself surrounded by a pool of blood & a squad of cops who told him he was lucky to be alive. he had a hard time accepting their words of encouragement though. although the impending trip to the hospital would provide him with a bed for the night, the luck stopped there.