blackhands.

Except from the comic my friend and I are making.

Ring!!!
He gets up to look for the phone, finds it buried under one of the many piles of clothes, trash, posters, flyers, and other random shit he surrounds himself with.

RING!!!

“Hello?” says a woman’s voice in his ear. “It’s Lee! You there?”
Lee is one of his only friends, and like everyone born and raised in this humid, sleepless, boozesoaked, drug fueled city called New Orleans. Lee is batshit crazy.
“I can hear you breathing asshole.” She says sarcastically.
He smiles: “Yo!”