Sergio and John Scene 2 /Draft/

People always assume that hell is the worst place they can imagine. Fire and brimstone, they say. Well, I am here to say, the slums of this fucking place isn’t all sunshine either. Have some decency people, this is a place you have the power to change. The smell of bile and rotten food, in the name of the almighty, god damn it. 

So, John, you called these people your friends and associates at some point in your life. Now that they have turned their back on you, do you see them differently? Do you in turn, despise yourself? You are a clown and not the terrifying nor the funny kind. 

Seeing them from this point of view, I am sure you see where you made a wrong turn and I am sure your wife and kid are none too pleased. Hahahaha, you fucking joke. It is now a few minutes past midnight, that means Sergio is with his squeeze in that failing building. What good is money if it is not spent to improve your living conditions? You people hoard that shit like it would mean anything in the afterlife. 

[The streets are glossing with runoff water and the buzz of midnight is afoot with junkies and hookers running around like headless chickens. The dilapidated building is in sight with “John” looking ahead distracted.]