Suited & Polluted

My court date wasn’t until 7:30. I had a few hours to kill beforehand, so I walked around the harbor thinking about Shelly and sparring for change.
My mom had phoned up earlier asking me about job prospects and the future. I told her how I wished that I lived somewhere warmer. I also mentioned that nobody was interested in buying my comics in this goddamn town. The sound of her strained voice echoed in my mind over the next few hours.
Around sundown I sat on the docks and inhaled a meatball sub. My hangover subsided as I looked out at the water and thought about how so many people only care about making money. There was a passing moment of hope as the sun fell behind the horizon and a policeman told me it was time to move on.