The sound of the motorbike was back late in the night, and it seemed to swerve and soon a crash could be heard as it plowed into trash cans. He had been battered and skidded with it, as he had tried to make a turn to fast into the yard, it hitting the curb and uprising, throwing him into the yard. He did not care, he was drunk to fucked up to fucking care. The shit earlier got to him, and he coped.<br/><br/>His shoulder popped out and into place easily, in this time, his body all torn up here and there were slices, but he came in and up to his room. After a stop for another beer and dew, high. He knocked on her door lightly, " Sorry Nat, Love you." He spoke softly.