Last Chance 1

Jim came out of prison, blessed by the blue, cloudless sky. He had a few hundred bucks in his pocket. He didn't have much more but a peppery beard. He was free, after 30 years of endless time. He had no one to pick him up. He would have to take a bus to the motel where he would stay for a few days until his sister picked him up.

The roads were dusty and familiar. There wasn't much to look at but the sky. The trees were green and brown as always. Had things changed since he'd been doing time? Everything pretty much looked the same. Had God changed? Had man changed? Had he changed. He had shot a man in the head for $100,000. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. The man was a career drug addict and a woman-beater. He was so sick. He had done the right thing, hadn't he? Jim got off the bus and went into the store. He bought a large bottle of whisky and some chips. He began to walk to the motel. 

Had Jim done the right thing? He murdered a evil man. That man was beating his sister too. He was a loud, obnoxious ass-hole from Hell, lighting people on fire whereever he went. 30 years he had hated him. But the money. That was nice too. Murder and robbery. Did he do it for the money or for the justice of it? He had thought about these things so many times while in prison. He just had nothing else to think about. Now he drank the whiskey and it tasted bitter. It was the bitterness of life. The motel was very dingy. Cheap place though. Jim sat in the near darkness, drinking. He would have to wait a few days for his sister. She worked days at a time. Janice. Waiting and drinking. Not much else to do. Sometimes Jim's beard got wet. It felt good though. As he drank more and more, he got more and more sleepy til his eyes closed. It was a good sleep since he hand only slept 3-4 hours a day while in prison.