Jake Randolph in "Bourbon On The Rocks" Pt. 4

I folded the paper up and turned my desk lamp off. I stared at the window shade. There was a hole in the shade near the top of the window, and a tiny shaft of sunlight violated the darkness of the office. I could see dust particles floating through the air, totally oblivious of private detectives and murdered lounge singers and old school acquaintances. No sense of time or the futility of existence. No need for love or emotion. It just wafted along aimlessly, giving nothing and expecting nothing in return.

My mind drifted back to a long time ago...