You know it’s not going to be a good day when the alarm wakes you up and the first words out of your mouth are “Fuck this shit.”
From Protector of the Grey House:
The place was a mess. Donald’s rig was resting in the driveway. The weeds around it were high, proving it had been parked for a while. There was garbage strewn everywhere and the house needed painting. Natalia wondered if it had been this bad the last time she was here, but couldn’t clearly recall.
Natalia walked up the sagging steps with the cross held out in front of her and tried the door. It was unlocked. She opened it slowly and looked around. There were dishes and dirt and dust everywhere. A kitchen chair was overturned. Natalia walked to the living room. She stepped in carefully and dropped the cross when she saw her mother sitting in the recliner staring at a blank TV screen.