His mind flashed back to the "Northside." The nights spent in the back of a beat-up van, the smell of cheap pills and desperation. He remembered when the only offer he had was a choice between a 12-hour shift for pennies or a risky hand-off in an alleyway. Back then, the hunger was simple. Now, the hunger was a beast that everyone wanted to feed for a price.
He took a drag of a cigarette, the smoke curling around his face. “Now I’m up to my neck with offers,” he muttered to the empty street. It wasn't a boast; it felt like a drowning. His mind flashed back to the "Northside
He turned his back on the car and started walking toward the shadows of the Northside, the beat for a new track already thumping in his skull. The offers were high, but his autonomy was higher. Now, the hunger was a beast that everyone