The odor of beer and piss slowly gave way to that of day-old seafood scraps. There was no light as he walked and the adjustment from neon glow to darkness made him feel as though he was quite literally seeing red. A single light at the end of the block marked the driveway of his friend’s apartment block. He approached quickly as his fists clenched. There would be no need to knock on the door first.
He was prepared to let himself in.