Delta Bloc

Sammy woke up in his apartment, Delta Bloc. Every morning he has to double take why has he let his life go so wrong. Modern Day London was a shit hole. There's just too much wrong with the city for it to be basically livable and he is up to his ears with conflicts and issues. The latest money transfer went sour and he's up to his eyes in debt to various people but Sammy pays his debt when he wants to pay his debt which usually gets him shoulder deep in situations no one wants to be in. When his eyes adjust he turns to see the figure of a woman in the bed. Just another whore he's bedded for the night. He turns over again looking to his clock 7:30 am he must be ready to dance the tango to get her out the door but that is not his biggest conflict in his mind of course. Lately his buddy Bobby has got involved with a woman from The Black and Sammy is severely worried about his boy because there are no friends of Sammy's in The Black only people who would like to see him for all the wrong reasons. He rolls out of bed puts his feet on the floor the rush of absolute disappointment he gets every morning when his feet hit the floor but he feels like a public speaker the butterflies are always there but he has to put on his regular face or they all lose hope and then his problems just get worse so the smile is played. He rises from the bed puts on a shirt and some pants and has breakfast.

Her name was Cindy he picked her up at the pub last night. Go figure but that doesn't matter anymore she's gone now. Sammy has to ride to Bobby's today to have a serious chat about The Black problem because he doesn't want Bobby to be in any sort of trouble that Sammy can't help him out of because Bobby is the only sane human in Modern Day London that Sammy puts up with at all. Sammy opens his front door takes a deep breath, "Modern Day London Delta Bloc 8:30am, Feels like a good day." He smiles and laughs to himself and takes his step outside into the sunlight.