11 p.m. he is at home with a bag of money after another terrible mess. Another debt owed to a thug businessman due to a stupid blunder by Vinnie and the guys. Another attempt by him and the guys to quickly solve the problem by signing up for a murky adventure. Again, everything went wrong. Again. It's a cycle of hell, exhausting over and over again. Fear for life, fear for the lives of friends, fear of prison, fear. fear. This time, everything was more creepy, more intense. Or just getting into trouble all the time was so exhausting that Vinnie was now trying to smoke a joint trying to avoid another panic attack. Exhausted, tired, fed up. Vinnie is sitting on the couch in his trailer smoking weed trying to come to her senses while looking at the bag on the floor. Shock? Fear? Hopelessness? He was seething with a million feelings at the same time, and at the same time nothing. Needed to distract. To be strong for the guys, to solve the damn issue and give the money back tomorrow morning, and everything would be solved. But now..Obviously he won't be able to sleep. Even the sleeping pills don't help...damn pills. But the money is all collected. So why doesn't Vinnie feel relieved? Why doesn't feel calm? Goddamn. There was a noise outside the trailer. Vincent froze, raising his eyes sharply to the window, trying to discern where the noise was coming from in the darkness. Footsteps? Vinnie crouched down and stood up from the couch, reaching under it and taking out a baseball bat, almost reflexively keeping his eyes on the window. Shit. His thoughts were confused, but the main thought was one. Throwing the blunt into the ashtray, he hobbled to the door, still crouched down. Taking a deep breath, he opened the creaky door and peered out through the crack. With all this shit in his life and in his head, he of course forgot that he was going to meet his friend and now he was staring in panic into the night darkness, listening to the noise of the forest and cars passing in the distance