[ WP ] You are drunk , stumbling around in a bad part of the city as the cab speeds off . The only thing left in your pocket is a $ 10 bill .

`` Shit.'' 
 
 The cab took off before I had closed the door and I fell to one knee. Naturally there was a pool of murky water right where I fell. I unsteadily got to my feet again. I clenched my eyes to focus on my location and where I needed to go. Got it -- that way. I started my feet moving in that direction. 
 
 What a mess I was. I could not recall how much I had to drink but I'm fairly sure there were 2 or 3 empty bottles on the table when I left. Lesson learned: do not try to match drink for drink with a Russian. 
 
 `` Hey, motherfucker, gim me your wallet.'' 
 
 I looked up at the voice in front of me and came to a teetering stop. My eyes focused on the scrawny thug who had spoken. 
 
 `` Whuat did you thsay?'' I slurred, fingering the single 10 dollar bill I had in my left pocket. 
 
 `` I said: give me your fucking wallet or I will kill you, motherfucker.'' 
 
 I closed one eye to get a better look. `` No.'' 
 
 `` Bitch, what did you sa...'' My right hand hit his throat and he dropped to his knees, choking. I watched him fall over -- - I appear to have hit him harder than I meant to. I glanced around as best I could in my inebriated state and saw no one. I moved along quickly. Hopefully no one will notice the fella for a while -- - just another passed out junkie on the sidewalk. 
 
 No sirens wailed. No accusing voices accused me. No footsteps chased me down. I moved along the dark street, passing through patches of light under the occasional unbroken streetlight. There were shots in the distance. Well, not really in the distance, but not in my immediate vicinity. Nothing to worry about. 
 
 A few blocks later I arrived at a shitty apartment building. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and composed myself for the climb. There were no railings so I needed to focus to reach the door. I took a deep breath, then I began my focused ascent. 
 
 I nearly toppled over on reaching the door, suddenly finding myself with no more steps to climb. I righted myself with the door frame and gasped for the door handle. 
 
 Entering the foyer, I turned down the left hallway. Once a pretty nice place to live, it was a shithole now. The debris of a building barely better than a shooting gallery littered the hallway. After stumbing to the end of the hallway I reached a door that no longer hand numbers on it -- - just the grimy outline of where they once were: 14. I knocked. 
 
 There was shuffling within. I knocked again. A light appeared in the peep hole. Then it disappeared briefly before returning. Someone inside knocked on the door. I turned around and stepped across the hallway to apartment 15. The door was unlocked. 
 
 I stumbled into the living room and flopped down on the sofa. 
 
 A man sitting in an easy chair leaned forward and stubbed out a cigarette. `` Did you get it?'' 
 
 I pulled the $ 10 bill out of my pocket and tossed it on the table. 
 
 `` His current phone number is written on this bill.'' 
 
 `` Good work.'' The man picked up the bill as he dialed his cell phone and spoke into it. 
 
 `` He got the number. We can trace it and then track his location. Then you can kill him whenever you want.''
