Chapter 1 preview

Henry worked as a junior copywriter at the local paper.  It wasn't the greatest job, but it paid the bills.  As he dragged his still tired ass back into his bedroom to dress he heard his cell phone ring from his bedroom.  Searching for the phone was like searching for a needle in a haystack.  Henry wasn't the neatest of people and his bedroom definitely showed how messy he could let his space get. "where is it?" he muttered as he pick up pants off the floor, then pulling back the comforter of his bed. The ringing stopped.

"Damn it." he said angrily to himself.  He sat on the edge of his bed and looked the alarm clock, 7a.m. He wasn't scheduled to go into work for another hour, so it couldn't have been his boss
asking where he was. He didn't have many friends, actually, he didn't have any, so it wasn't anyone calling to check on him. The only person he could think could be calling him this early was his father, but even that was a far stretch.  Henry and his father hadn't spoken since he was 18 years old when they got into a heated argument about what Henry was going to do with his life. The last time he saw his father was in the rear view mirror of his little Sloppy Jalopy as he sped out of his fathers driveway with everything he owned crammed into the back of the car.

A few moments later, his land-line rung.  He looked in astonishment at the phone on the end table in the living room as if it was an unknown object to him.  He walked over to it and picked up the receiver, looking at it, then finally, lifted it up to his ear.