It never got dark in that city. Always shops and lights. People with their phones. The glow of cigarette butts. It was a city that never sleeps, but not New York. Pegasus didn't like his life, but he liked living there. He slept through the days, roamed around at night. He hadn't cooked a meal in a year and a half. Every meal came either from a 

diner

or pub food from bars. Sometimes a pizza or gyro here and there. Late night food.

He would walk around. Drinking a beer here and there. Taking a shot once in awhile. He was in a constant state of stupor. 

cigarettes

acting like checkpoints to get through the night.

His parents had given him a car as a college graduation gift. But he barely used it. Only used it to go back home every few months. He preferred walking around. Eveything they needed was within twenty minute walk here. And he had a lot of 

time

.

Usually Pegasus had no plans. But tonight he had to visit his friend Gus. Gus had accidentally bought four times more weed than he had intended. Asked if he could help unload it. So Pegasus said sure he'd take an ounce off his hands. Gus had given him a decent deal.