Today started strangely. Jam had woken at the early time of 11.30 am, rolled over to see a small bouquet of flowers on the pillow and promptly his mind went into Eh? stage along with I really, really need a cig. It was even stranger when the note said Thank you for letting us use your bathroom, love Alison and Jacob., while puffing on a cigarette, Jam wondered what the hell happened in that bathroom that would induce Alison and Jacob (he only vaguely knew of an Alison but who was Jacob?) to buy him flowers. Jam didnt really want to go into the bathroom, for fear of finding out. However, he knew he had some kind of BBQ to go to that might hook him up some new contacts, and just had to spruce himself up a bit.

When he entered his bathroom, it was the same it smelt the same (feral), looked the same (hazardous) and well, had the same ambiance (absolutely disgusting). While he put on a light blue shirt, and ripped open the top to his first beer of the day. As he pulled one of the nicer pairs of trousers he owned, he was onto his third beer. He knew that he had to be somewhat clean around his neighbours; drug free for today, so settled in overindulging in more socially accepted substances. By the time he was out the door, hed had his sixth beer and nearly tripped down the stairs.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he mulled over just why he was coming to this waste of time anyway. Sure, he wanted to get new business and then there was the thought of procuring some free beer. It wasnt as if he couldnt afford it, but he had better, more potent things to spend his inheritance on than beer. Never mind the fact that in his hands, he carried his seventh and eighth beer. Looking dishevelled despite the shirt and trousers, Jam ambled his way into the courtyard and headed straight towards where the hosts were, or well, one of them. Without much expression, he looked at Josh, Morela and some bird he didnt know.

Hullo. Thanks for the invite. He said, sounding somewhat dispassionate as he inhaled on his cigarette, his eyes on the kitten. It would be nice to get a pet that wouldnt die for once. If you need help with the cooking, give me a yell, alright? he offered with a bit of a slur to his words, raising a hand to rub at his eyes which were red and irritated again. With that he smiled somewhat painfully at the trio, and his attempt at being polite was over and done with.

Jam then strutted off and sat down at a wooden table. He ripped open the tab to his beer, and alternatively smoked, then guzzled from his can. He watched the clouds for a while, before looking around and spying another cat with a blonde woman. Jam stared intensely at the cat, again, wondering how he could raise a pet without it carking in the flat. The worse thing was that he only knew it had carked by the horrible smell it produced, then it was a matter of looking for the smells origins and to bury the poor thing.

"I love you, baby doll. Yes I do."

Jam snorted with laughter at Mirabellas proclamation of love to the cat. What is this? Were we all meant to bring a pet to show off today? he commented, taking a long drag from his cigarette. It was strange, all the different priorities that different people had. One of the main things would always be love; some people had love in their pets, their partners, food whereas Jam had his music, and well, certain stimulants.

I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession, honey and I do as I please