A bottle of vitamin D on the coffee table. Books lined up next to it. Medicine bag filled with pills sits on the end next to a typewriter. He sits on the couch surveying the objects. Whiskey in a shot glass in hand.

The radio is turned on. It’s the birthday of Dizzy Gillespie. Twenty-four hours of the trumpet player on WKCR. A tribute to his genius.

He hums along to the music and looks through his brown bag. Ten different kinds of prescription pills ranging from medicine for mental illness to diabetes. The old man downs bottles of each. Swallows them with another shot of Sazerac, places blank paper into the typewriter, and writes, THE END.